Alessia Mancini
I felt Giovanni's hand at the small of my back, guiding me through the glittering crowd. The ballroom was a sea of wealth and power, the air thick with expensive perfume and whispered deals. My heart raced, but I kept my face a mask of serene confidence.
"Allow me to introduce Alessia Mancini," Giovanni's voice was smooth as silk as he presented me to yet another important-looking couple. "She's been instrumental in organizing tonight's gala."
I smiled warmly, extending my hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you both. I'm so grateful for your support of the Little Angels Foundation."
As I spoke, my mind whirred. How many of these people knew the truth about Giovanni? How many were complicit in his darker dealings? I studied their faces, searching for tells, for the slightest
