Rachel POV
The question still hung in the air.
For half a second, Alessandro didn’t answer.
His phone was pressed hard to his ear, his jaw clenched so tightly I saw the muscle jump beneath his skin. He turned slightly away, speaking fast, sharp Italian too low and too quick for me to understand.
Then something shifted.
“All VIPs move,” Alessandro ordered, switching to English. His voice cut through the noise. “Now. We take the service corridor, it's secured.”
Guards moved instantly.
The far doors of the VIP lounge were pulled open, revealing a wide service corridor with bright lights, plain walls, clearly meant for staff and emergencies, not the public.
People were crying now. Some shouting. Some prayed under their breath.
Chloe grabbed Isabella’s hand so tightly her knuckles wen
