Zander’s POV
We are almost at Morgan’s bungalow, and I’m dreading letting go of Isabella’s hand. We’ve laughed and talked on the ten-minute walk along the beach.
“Where is your high school, Izzy?” I asked.
“I go to an all-girls prep school in New York. Papa has strict rules about letting people know the name of it. Mafia stuff, you know,” she said, shrugging.
“Is it hard to be a family in the Mafia?” I questioned.
“Yes, you have a very limited lifestyle,” Isabelle sighed. “I wish I were just a normal girl. Then I could choose who I get to date, kiss, and marry.”
“You still have two of those options,” I stated.
Isabella blushed, “According to my Papa, I have no choice in any of them.”
“Well, he doesn’t need to know, does he?” I smirked.
“I don’t know if I can keep it from him,” I
