After a couple of minutes seated alone in the restaurant, Isabella grew tired of wallowing in her thoughts. She couldn't stop thinking about Luca…The calmness in the way he was pleading with her, the pain that she could actually see in his eyes, and the heartfelt confessions that were sounding too good to be the truth. What she hated most about it all was she had somehow almost believed him, and even now a part of her was considering it.
Unable to take it anymore, she got up and hurried outside, hailing a cab and slumping immediately into the back seat. She needed to forget this night ever happened…needed to wipe her head clean before thinking of a way to rid herself of him for good.
“Where to, ma'am,” the driver asked cheerfully, admiring her beauty but oblivious to the turmoil raging i
