Ivy was about to return to her suite when a voice halted her.
"That was quite the scene back there."
She turned to find Olivia standing at the lower landing of the grand staircase, arms crossed, lips pursed.
Ivy inhaled deeply. "I suppose you're here to scold me."
"Not scold. Warn." Olivia corrected, descending one step at a time. "Salvatore has made his intentions clear. This dinner party will happen, whether I like it or not. But if you think that means you’ve won, think again."
Ivy raised an eyebrow. "Won what? I'm not playing any games."
"No? Then start studying, dear,” said Olivia. “Because for the next two days, you’ll be working with an etiquette tutor. You will learn how to walk, talk, sit, eat, and breathe like a Martinelli woman should."
"I already know how to do those thi
