ROSALIE's POV
The moment we stepped into the casino, it felt like I’d plunged headfirst into one of my worst nightmares. The space was lavish, draped in marble and crystals. The scent of whiskey and expensive cologne filled the air, punctuated by bursts of laughter. For others, it might’ve seemed dazzling, but to me, it was suffocating darkness. My stomach churned, and I could feel a wave of nausea rising. Marco must have sensed the shift in me; he paused briefly, his sharp eyes catching the pallor beneath my makeup. He didn’t say a word, just tightened his grip on my hand and led me toward the grand, gleaming bar.
As he settled onto a barstool, his gaze lingered on me, like he was trying to unravel every thought and emotion coursing through me.
“What do you want to drink?”
I shrugged
