IZABELLA
After showering and getting dressed in one of the many outfits Ignazio got me, we headed to the Italian restaurant.
The drive didn’t take long as there was no traffic that evening. There was the usual fleet of cars tailing us and when we got there, Ignazio helped me out of his Audi with a hand, then guided me into the space.
It was busier this evening, which meant more stares than last time.
This time, the stares lingered and stayed. Because unlike the last time I came here, I was showing up with the reason I got so much attention in the first place.
And he was currently leading me to a secluded table with a hand on my lower back.
Once we settled in—after Ignazio pulled a chair out for me and took his own seat, he handed me the menu and we surveyed them in silence.
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