I S A B E L L A
The next day comes in a flash, and before I know it, it’s already morning. We find ourselves back at the new mansion, where we’ve already begun decorating. The morning passes in a blur of measurements, swatches of fabric, and way too many discussions about furniture placement. Between the interior designers buzzing around and the security detail ensuring everything is up to standard, I barely have a moment to breathe.
The mansion is slowly coming together, but it still feels massive—almost overwhelming. Even though I picked it out with Angelo, standing in the middle of this grand space makes me wonder if I'll ever truly feel at home here… Maybe eventually, I will.
"Do you like this one?" a designer asks, holding up a dark leather couch sample in front of me, bringing my
