**Elena’s POV**

“Elena, that necklace is breathtaking.”

Carmela’s voice cut through the thick hum of jazz and chatter. She leaned in, her eyes wide as they locked on the sapphire resting against my skin. “It makes your eyes look like they’re glowing.”

A smile tugged at my lips before I even had time to think. My fingers instinctively fluttered to the cold, heavy pendant. “Stefano gave it to me tonight.”

Carmela gasped, pressing a manicured hand to her chest. Her face lit up ...