ISABELLA’S P.O.V.
Lorenzo wasn’t making the event easy at all. The moment people left our side, he would go back to his scowling self and I knew I was at fault but it still grated on my nerves. After about an hour of sitting there and watching him scowl at me, I had another idea and I stood to my feet. I joined some of the other women in making rounds and I made sure to spend an unusual amount of time talking to people.
I knew the people in this world and I knew that despite how scared they were of Lorenzo, they loved to push buttons and see how far they could toe the line. There was a particular businessman in attendance, I didn’t know his name but I knew his face and his reputation. He had a thing for married women and I knew he was just the right person I needed to get my plan into mo
