Isabetta's POV
I waited until everyone left the dining room before I stood. My father gave me a long sad look before going.
"Isabetta," he said quietly, touching my arm.
"I'm fine, Papa," I said, my voice was barely above a whisper, as I smiled softly.
"Are you?" He said, as he let out a low exhale.
"Yes,” I said.
I know he didn't believe me, but he didn't push. He just squeezed my shoulder and walked away.
I stood alone in the dining room, the table was still set. Half-eaten plates of food, wine glasses with lipstick stains.
I picked up my champagne glass and drained it, then I grabbed my coat and left.
The parking garage was three blocks away, as I drove there.
I parked my car in the far corner and turned off the engine.
"I'm here,” I saw the notification immediately I ope
