I S A B E L L A
About 30 minutes after our meeting and contacting our parents, they finally arrive. We decided the best place for us to meet up is the new mansion, so they can see where things are beginning for us, so they can trust that from this point, we will have everything under control...
I stand beside Angelo in the wide hall, our eyes scanning the people around us. Both of our families, gathered in one place.
On one side stands my father, Don Giovanni. His expression is calm, but I can feel the slow burn of his anger just beneath the surface. My mother, Donna Carmela, rests a hand lightly over his, a subtle touch meant to ground him. It works. He hasn’t spoken yet, hasn’t let his temper show, but I know it’s only a matter of time. We've told them what happened the night before,
