I S A B E L L A
The air in the room feels impossibly still as we wait for my parents to arrive. Even though Angelo is sitting close to me, his presence acting as a protective barrier against the cold hostility of the Verossi manor, unease gnaws at me.
After getting word from my mom that she and my father are almost here, Angelo, Giulio and I stepped out into the living room of the mansion, where we would already find Don Marco, Donna Sophia and Francesca already waiting for us.
As we wait, I feel Francesca's still planted on me as I remain sitting beside Angelo, her sharp, biting words still lingering in my mind and her disdainful look etched in my memory.
I fidget slightly, struggling to remain still as I wait for my parents in the presence of the Verossies.
My eyes land on Angelo. H
