ISABELLA
I lounged by the villa’s infinity pool, the midday sun warming my skin as I sipped a crisp mimosa. The long summer dress I wore was a soft, flowing sky-blue chiffon that clung gently to my curves before cascading down in elegant layers to my ankles. Thin spaghetti straps revealed the smooth lines of my shoulders and collarbones, while the fitted bodice hugged my full breasts and narrow waist, flaring out at the hips in a way that accentuated my round ass and long legs with every subtle shift. A slit up one side teased just enough thigh when I crossed my legs. It was feminine, sexy, and expensive, the kind of dress that made me feel put-together on the outside even as chaos churned inside.
I couldn’t stop thinking about Marco. That night in the brothel replayed relentlessly, the
