Betty’s POV

It was already evening by the time we arrived at the Rivers estate. The sky had begun to darken, leaving a soft blue glow over the large property. Illya had personally driven me there after leaving Ivan’s company building.

The ride had been mostly silent.

My emotions were still tangled together in a messy knot. The disaster with my runway project kept replaying in my mind, but so did everything that had happened in Ivan’s conference room. Then there was today.

Dad’s ...