IZABELLA
It felt like I had to physically force myself off the dance floor just to get away from Ignazio.
Somehow, I managed to, giving him a flimsy excuse about needing to touch up my hair and makeup.
I found the bathrooms after asking a waiter and slipped into one of the stalls, locking it behind me as I tried to control my breathing.
I leaned against the wall and hung my head, letting out two sharp and shallow breaths.
What the hell was that? I pressed my hand to my neck, feeling my racing pulse.
Why did I feel so spent?
My eyes darted around the grey walls of the cubicle as Nicole’s words suddenly came back to me. Words I’d initially dismissed as nonsense, but now…
Fate.
Only panic followed that line of thinking, and I reflexively reached for my throat again, inhaling long
