I S A B E L L A
Matteo chuckles. "Oh, come on. No need to be so tense and hostile. I just wanted to check in.” Matteo sings with not a care in the world.
“After all, last night was quite the mess, wasn't it?" I feel my fists clench at my sides. Matteo continues, as if he can't hear the sheer hatred seeping through the silence.
"I have to say, Isabella… put up more of a fight than I expected." He continues, and as soon as he mentions my name, I feel sick, my anger slowly rising to the surface.
Angelo takes a slow breath, keeping his eyes on me as if to make sure I’m hanging onto every word.
"What do you want?" Angelo asks, and Matteo hums in response.
"Straight to the point. I can respect that." Matteo lets out, and there's a beat of silence before he adds, "I just wanted to remind yo
