Betty’s POV

The VIP lounge smelled like expensive perfume and champagne, and I was somewhere between giddy and terrified, which was honestly not the worst place to be on the last night before your wedding

The lights flashed in time with the beat, casting blue and purple shadows across the models’ bodies. I was having the time of my life, laughing and drinking with the girls, but a small part of me stayed nervous, waiting for Ivan to burst in and ruin everything. Hours passed and he still ...