Isabella’s POV
The venue was unlike anything I’d ever seen, grand, opulent, expensive and absolutely dazzling.
The towering marble columns at the entrance shone under the soft glow of the chandelier lights spilling out from the building.
Rows of luxury cars lined the red carpet, and impeccably dressed guests made their way toward the entrance in beautiful gowns and sharp tuxedos.
I leaned closer to the window, pressing my hand against the glass. “So… it’s a ballet,” I said, glancing at Alessio with a grin.
“Yes,” he replied, his tone casual, though there was a faint smile tugging at his lips.
I laughed, hitting his shoulder lightly. “I can’t believe this. I’ve always wanted to go to something like this! I used to watch it a lot in TV, they gave me such great artistic inspiration. Yo
