The room was still trembling. Everyone had seen the slap. Although it's not a physical slap the raw sting of it still echoed between Rose and Lorenzo like unfinished business. And even though the orchestra was playing again, trying to ease the tension, eyes stayed locked on her. On him. On the woman who walked in with fire in her eyes and left a trail of it across the face of Italy’s golden boy.
But she didn’t stop.
Rose kept walking. He didn’t chase her this time. He just stood there, staring after her like he had seen a ghost—or a woman who wasn’t afraid of his power anymore. Maybe he finally realized she was more dangerous without his name.
Cassian was already waiting by the elevator. His jaw was tight. He didn't say a word, just pulled her close when the doors closed behind them. No
