ISABELLA’S P.O.V.
I would have enjoyed my reception better if I had been allowed to do anything. Lorenzo kept a firm grip on my waist and refused to let anyone get within five feet of me. It was cute at first but then it became annoying. I knew I was his prisoner but he could have at least waited a few hours or even days before implementing it.
People were dancing and drinking while I sat there bored. I had no intention of sitting there and playing the part of a trophy wife so I waited until Matteo came over. Once they were deep in their conversation, I stood to my feet with asmile. Both men watched me with varying levels of interest.
“I want to dance,” I announced and Matteo shook his head while muttering words under his breath. I turned to him. “Will you do me the honors?”
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