ISABELLA
"You can't just give me flowers and gifts. I don't want them." I said, the moment I sat in the restaurant Matteo had asked me to meet him in.
I placed the gift bag on the table, complete with whatever was inside. I hadn't opened it.
Sophie had insisted on me leaving the flowers.
I hated the fact that I loved the flowers though. They were innocent.
The man sitting directly opposite me smirked, folding his hands over his chest as he leaned into his chair. I felt, and saw his gaze run over me, and his smirk widened.
Matteo ignored me and gestured for the waiter, saying saying something in italian to the waiter whose gaze faltered a bit as he flickered them to me.
I frowned, looking down at my dress to see if I had worn anything inappropriate, but seeing nothing. I had worn a s
