Isabella
Paula suddenly exclaimed, drawing my attention away from the shower and towards her. "What is it?" I asked her.
"Your boyfriend was wearing a mask. What was that about? Plus, a lot of things are too suspicious," she said.
I rolled my eyes at Paula. I knew that when her mind was settled on something, she would pry about it until she got information. "It's the mafia," I said, and she finally kept quiet.
"What do you have to do with the mafia?" she asked, her eyes widening as she was ready to soak in more information.
"It's complicated," I told her. "And I also don't want to tell you."
"Why not?" she asked.
"It's not because I don't trust you to keep it a secret," I confessed. In truth, I didn't trust Paula to keep anything a secret, but I also knew that she had limits. It was
