2nd
I stared at Luciana, my grip tightening on the knife even as my hand trembled.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I demanded, my voice low but laced with anger.
Luciana smirked, wiping a trickle of blood from her temple where the vase had hit her. “Oh, Isabella,” she said mockingly. “Always so dramatic.”
“Don’t play games with me,” I snapped. “What are you doing in Alessio’s office in the middle of the night?”
She rolled her eyes, her expression one of exaggerated boredom. “I lost my phone during dinner earlier,” she said lazily, gesturing toward the door as if her excuse made any sense. “Thought I’d check in here since it’s the only place I haven’t looked.”
I gaped at her. “Your phone? Really?”
“What else would I be doing?” she said, her smirk widening.
“You’re lying,” I shot
