I S A B E L L A
The crisp evening air greets us as we step out of the Giordano mansion. The tension from inside still clings to my skin like static, and I’m not the only one feeling it. Caterina walks close to me, her arms crossed, while Alessio shoves his hands deep into his pockets, glancing at me as if waiting for me to speak. Giulio and Frankie trail behind, their presence as sharp as ever, though their silence doesn’t last long.
“Well… that was something,” Giulio says finally, his voice cutting through the stillness as we reach outside and soon our steps slow down just as we eventually come to a stop and turn to face him.
“Not that I didn’t expect some pushback, but Ernesto? That man needs a leash.” Giulio says quietly, glancing once back at the mansion behind us as if he were wary
