ISABELLA’S POV
Levi’s attention had felt like a spotlight, tracing every contour of my body until it settled on my lips. Or maybe, it was merely the alcohol playing tricks on my mind.
The fleeting spell shattered abruptly when the stunning Elena Vladimir leaned in, whispering something into Levi’s ear, pulling him back into her grip.
Elena Vladimir, the epitome of Italian beauty and glamour, is renowned for her statuesque figure and flawless features. She is from a wealthy lineage, a pedigree that seemed worlds apart from my humble roots.
There was no chance he would choose me over her. I needed to be realistic.
My heart ached, as though someone were driving pins into it.
“This night is supposed to be about happiness,” I murmured to myself, forcing my attention back to the pulsating
