I S A B E L L A
"I... I’d like to wait for my parents. I was told they are coming," I manage to say, my voice shakier than I’d intended. It feels strange speaking up here, especially with Angelo’s mother, Donna Sophia, watching me like a hawk. I’ve never felt more out of place in my life, and standing here without my parents feels like I’m being thrown to the wolves.
Sophia's lips curl into a cold, almost mocking smile, the kind that sends a chill down my spine.
"There's nothing to be afraid of, girl. That, we can promise you..." she says, her icy grey eyes scanning me, her voice dripping with condescension. It’s as though she’s daring me to show any more weakness, and sensing my discomfort only seems to fuel her.
Before I can think of how to respond, Angelo suddenly speaks, his voice
