The sleek black car pulled up in front of a grand and lavish casino, its lights glowing like a beacon against the night sky. Sylvia stepped out, and with elegant strides, she made her way to the entrance. The crowd outside was a mix of high rollers, socialites, and the occasional wide-eyed tourist hoping for a lucky streak.
Carlo exited the car behind her, adjusting the cuffs of his tailored suit. “Try to keep up,” he said, his tone clipped but not unkind.
Sylvia smirked, her confidence unshaken. “I’ll do my best.”
Julian’s words from earlier echoed in her mind.
“Go with him,” he’d said, his arm draped casually around her shoulders. “Carlo needs to unwind, and it’s never a bad idea to have some fun. Besides,” he’d added with a sly grin, “I trust him to behave around you.”
Now, as she
