Chapter 167 - Daphne POV
I lean against the polished handle of a golf club, my eyes half-lidded beneath dark sunglasses as I watch Raffaele swing like he's starring in an overpriced cologne ad. The wind tosses his perfectly styled blond hair just enough to make it look artful, not messy. He's in a pale pink polo shirt tucked into white shorts with spotless sneakers to match. If I didn't know better, I'd say Mattel made him as some exclusive Collector's Edition Ken—Mafia Prince Variant.
He lines up his shot with practiced calm, shoulders squared, jaw tight in concentration. Then he swings. The ball soars briefly and lands with a modest plunk not far from the hole.
He turns, flashing me a grin too sincere for his own good. "Don't frown so much. Let's enjoy our boys' hangout. The girls are having a good time."
