CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Ivy's POV

The ballroom glitters like a dream, all chandeliers and champagne flutes, but my heart's racing like I'm in a warzone. I'm standing next to Alessio, his arm brushing mine, both of us dressed to kill-me in a sleek black gown, him in a tailored suit that makes him look every bit the billionaire he used to be.

The Valentino gala is packed with Italy's elite, their laughter and clinking glasses masking the danger we're walking into.

Elena's out of jail, released ...