I S A B E L L A
The club pulses with energy, the deep bass of the music vibrating through the floors, the dim lighting casting golden hues over the sea of moving bodies. I take a slow sip of my drink, letting the cold liquid ease some of the tension coiled tight in my chest. It’s been easier to settle in now that Alessio and Caterina have arrived. I hadn’t expected them, and their presence had been a welcome surprise—one that Angelo had planned without telling me.
“You should’ve told me,” I say, nudging him with my elbow as we sit in the VIP section.
Angelo smirks, tipping his glass toward me. “I wanted it to be a surprise.”
Caterina leans in, her eyes glinting mischievously. “And I hope you’re surprised in a good way, because you’ve been sitting here all stiff and broody like this is
