I S A B E L L A
The drive to the Verossi manor is quiet, tense, as every moment I had shared with Angelo had become every time we were silent. The air is filled with a heavy tension that wraps itself around my chest tighter with every mile, no matter how much I try to look away from him and no matter how quiet I am.
The large estate soon comes into view, a grand structure surrounded by perfectly manicured gardens and tall iron gates that seem to symbolise the impenetrable walls of this family. My pulse quickens, anxiety bubbling in the pit of my stomach.
I know I shouldn’t be nervous, but it’s hard not to be. Angelo’s family is a world I’ve been thrust into, one that feels foreign and hostile. His mother, Sophia Verossi, has made her feelings about me clear—her disdain, in every cold gl
