I S A B E L L A
The only thing I can hear is the drumming of my own heart in my chest, my pulse ringing out in my ears as I try to keep myself calm. I agreed to this. I'm the one who felt comfortable enough to let Angelo tell my parents what happened the previous night. But my fear is how they will react. Specifically, how my father will react. He has never been a fan of Matteo Castagna, and shared the same hatred that Angelo has for him. So, him hearing that Matteo came this close to me this time...? He is not going to be happy at all.
The drive to my parents’ house feels longer than usual. Maybe it’s because my mind is racing, or maybe it’s because Angelo’s presence next to me is distracting in ways I don’t want to admit. He’s calm, focused, his fingers drumming lightly against the ste
