After the third round of searching the floor with no success, Donovan knew he had to involve his grand uncle. Time was ticking, and he had no idea what condition his fiancée was in, and clearly he wasn’t getting any closer to finding her.
When he broke apart from the group, his chest heaving in exasperation, he took out his phone and quickly dialed the patriarch, each ring sending a chord of apprehension and defeat down his spine.
“Where the hell are you son? The guests are getting increasingly restless!” The patriarch boomed immediately, his heart wrung with worry because he knew this wasn’t what his grand nephew who valued propriety would do.
“There’s been a problem sir, I can’t find Miss Valentino..” He said in one breath, the admittance even to himself striking a blow within.
“What
