Chapter 542

I went inside the villa, following the sound of voices coming from the dining area. The room was alive with the usual breakfast bustle. Guests talking in low voices, the smell of fresh coffee and warm bread filling the air, the soft clink of cutlery against porcelain.

And there, at a table near the window overlooking the snow-covered vineyards, was Ivy.

Lily sat beside her, gesturing animatedly as