Chapter 10
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Isabella and Jamie got ready for her dinner with Santo. They were sitting down having wine while Jamie did the finishing touches to her hair.
“So I found an outfit that will make him furious.”
Isabella grinned at him, “How furious?”
Jamie went to the closet and pulled out a red satin dress, another slit that probably would curve on her thighs, it had thin straps, was backless and the front part where her cleavage was so low it nearly touched her ribs.
“Ooooh Jamie he is going to rip that dress off of me.”
“Is that the plan?”
She giggled, “No, I want to punish him for this morning at the office, I was accosted by one of his flings and when she asked who I was he said I was the hired help.”
Jamie’s mouth formed an O shaped.
“This will make him burn.”
Isabella took the dress and went to the bathroom to go change in it. Yes she was going to make Santo Moretti burn. She came out and Jamie whistled at her, he paused then went to get her silver diamond studded shoes. Isabella placed them on her feet and got up.
“Will you be able to drop me off?”
“He isn’t going to fetch you?”
“I don’t want to give him an opportunity for me to change.”
Jamie nodded and held out his arm for her to take. They made their way to the restaurant Nicholas had told her about.
When she got to the restaurant and made her way in, she asked the maître d where she would be sitting as she was Mr Moretti’s guest. He directed her to a private booth.
She sat down, taking out her phone, she texted Santo and let him know she had arrived at the restaurant.
Her phone rang a few minutes later.
“Isabella hello.”
“Tesoro I was supposed to pick you up.”
She smiled, “I thought I’d surprise you.”
“I’ll have a Cabernet sent to you now, see you soon baby.”
Isabella cut the call, as soon as she did a waiter arrived.
“Good evening Madam, I am Jean-Luca and I’ll be your waiter tonight, may I pour you your wine.”
Isabella smiled at him and gestured for him to pour. Once he poured the wine he left. Isabella looked around, the ambience of this place was lovely, Santo had chosen well or maybe it was Nicholas. As she was having an inner debate with herself someone sat down.
“Thorpe what are you doing sitting in Santo’s booth?”
Isabella looked up and saw Brooke Abbott. She had long strawberry blonde hair, blue eyes and a model looking figure, she was just like Lola. Sweet on the outside but vicious on the inside.
“Brooke.” She said, taking a sip of her wine.
“I asked you a question.” She sneered at Isabella.
“I don’t have to answer it.” Isabella countered.
“I am going to call him now.” Brooke took out her phone and called him.
“Santo darling, hi, I am calling because there is a crazy stalker girl sitting at your booth making a fuss.”
As she said that Isabella saw Brooke move the wine bottle. Isabella moved away, missing it spill on her by a few inches. Brooked smirked at her, “She’s making a scene darling. Yes I will speak to the maître d. Goodbye.”
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Isabella demanded.
Brooke didn’t say anything, she walked towards Isabella and pushed her backwards.
Isabella stumbled back almost falling, she felt herself getting pushed back up. She looked at her saviour and saw Jean-Luca.
“Are you alright Madam?”
“Yes, err can I go freshen up, our table has been messed.”
“Yes, just go straight down that path and it’ll be to your left.”
Isabella did not wait and went immediately to the bathroom to freshen up and to calm herself because Brooke always brought out the worst in her.
“Per amor di tutto ciò che è buono!” (For the love of all that is good!)
Isabella closed her eyes and breathed in and out until she felt calm. Once she was good she headed out to the booth. When she got there she saw Brooke with Santo and they were arguing.
“Her? Really Santo? Wait till your mother hears about this.” Folding her hands indignantly.
“You both need to forget this madness, I don’t f*****g want you near me.” He growled.
Brooke rolled her eyes at Santo. “You weren’t saying that this previous weekend.”
“Get the f**k out! Now!” He yelled at her, Brooke flipped her hair at him and walked out.
“Good luck getting her to believe you Santo.”
Santo turned around to see Isabella staring at him. She looked absolutely gorgeous in that red dress. He moved towards her and clasped her in his arms.
“Il mia piccolo I apologize for the interruption. Shall we go somewhere else?” He asked, wary of her.
Isabella studied him, she would give him a chance to explain and then she would leave.
“No, I’d like to stay here, have Jean-Luca serve me a brand new expensive bottle of Cabernet, listen to you explain and leave.” She said firmly.
Santo couldn’t fault her that, he guided her to a newly set up booth and requested her bottle.
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