Illyana’s POV
The inside of the club was a sensory overload – a cacophony of pulsating music, flashing lights, and bodies moving together in a rhythmic frenzy. The air thrummed with a frenetic energy that both exhilarated and overwhelmed. I felt a wave of dizziness, the combined effect of the lethal cocktails and Alessandro’s unexpected appearance, and gripped Sofia's arm for support.
"Easy there, Cinderella," Sofia chuckled, her breath warm against my ear. "Don't want you peaking before midnight."
I shot her a weak smile, my gaze darting around the crowded club, searching for a familiar landmark in the sea of unfamiliar faces. Alessandro, his hand a steady presence on the small of my back, steered us through the throng, his movements sure and effortless, as if he navigated this world o
