ISABELLA’S P.O.V.
I had never been to a gala before in my entire life. My social skills started and ended at the casino that I worked at but I figured it was no different considering that I catered to men of all backgrounds and statures. At least, that was what I thought until I realized that when Lorenzo said powerful men- he meant powerful men.
I had never been in a room with that much power before and I was unsure of how to react. Lorenzo stayed dutifully by my side with his hand on my lower back and I was thankful for it because it served as an anchor reminding me that he was there and I wasn’t doing it alone. I could feel the eyes on me as everyone began to whisper. His steps never faltered so mine didn’t either. I kept my chin up and walked like they were all beneath my feet.
When
