I S A B E L L A
As the evening winds down, Cat, Alessio, and I stand beside each other, glancing in the direction of our parents as they freely converse with members of the Verossi family, as if they weren't out to get each other at some point. It's strange how quickly times can change.
I particularly stand with my gaze focused on my father as he converses with Don Verossi, the two of them seemingly in a deep conversation, a cordial one at that, as Don Verossi nods his head attentively while my father continues to speak with him. My mother and Donna Sophia stand beside their husbands in silence, but it's clear they both seem to be uncomfortable, and honestly, I can't blame them.
"3 days," Cat murmurs, her voice grabbing my attention and making me turn towards her, her eyes still planted
