Isabetta's POV
I wrapped my hands around the hot cup, letting the heat burn my palms. Catarina sat across from me in the corner booth of her favorite café, sipping espresso like she hadn't humiliated Valentina in front of everyone.
"You did well last night," Catarina said, as she set her cup down with precision. "Leonardo will come to his senses eventually."
I stared at my coffee, with my hands shaking, but I pulled it under the table before she noticed.
"Isabetta,” her voice was calm, as she smiled softly. "Is something wrong, dear?"
"Nothing," I said, my lips in a thin smile.
"You seem distracted,” she said, leaning forward to touch my arms.
"I'm fine,” I said.
"Are you thinking about Leonardo?" She said, as she furrowed her brows.
I was thinking about Marco's face when I wal
