CHAPTER TEN

Ivy's POV

"Careful with that vase, it's older than you." Alessio's voice cuts through the foyer as I step into his mansion, clutching my single suitcase. I freeze, glancing at the delicate porcelain piece I nearly bumped into.

"Sorry. Didn't see it. " He doesn't look up from his phone, his thumb scrolling.

"Don't touch anything you don't understand. This isn't your old apartment."I bite my lip, swallowing a retort. "Got it. Where's my room?"He finally glances at me, his dark ...