ISABELLA
The next morning, Antonio joined me for breakfast in the dining room, which surprised me because he usually slept until around eleven.
I wondered if he had come back early from the club or if he had woken up on purpose to keep watch over me so I wouldn't go on another date with one of his enemies.
"Good morning," he muttered, his eyes fixed on me.
I forced a smile. "Good morning, Antonio."
He poured himself a glass of milk before speaking again. "We need to talk about what happened yesterday."
My heart jumped in my chest, and I swallowed hard. "I thought we were done talking about yesterday."
He set his glass down and looked straight at me. "You don't seem to understand. Dante Conti is my rival, and he will use anything to get to me, including you. I need to
