Elena told herself she wouldn’t go.
Then she went anyway.
Of course she did.
Because Alessandro Moretti didn’t just show up in her life—he had a way of dragging her into his world whether she liked it or not.
The event was packed.
Glass walls. City lights. Wealthy people pretending not to care who was watching.
Elena stepped in carefully, immediately aware of eyes turning.
Whispers started almost instantly.
“She’s with him again.”
“That’s the assistant…”
“No, wait—she’s the one from last time.”
And then she saw him.
Alessandro.
At the center of it all like gravity had signed a contract with him.
Relaxed posture. One hand in his pocket. The other holding a drink he hadn’t touched.
He wasn’t smiling.
Not really.
He was waiting.
And the second he saw her—
Everything shifted
