Isabella’s POV
I gasped.
“What’s wrong, Isabella?” Theo asked.
“Theo, leave,” I warned.
“What?” Theo asked, confused.
“I’ll explain later, Theo,” I stated. “Please trust me. Get up, pretend you don’t know me, and walk away.”
“OK,” Theo said and walked away.
“Bella!” Antonio called.
“Antonio, what are you doing here?” I said, standing and crossing my arms.
“Is that any way to greet your fiancée?” Antonio smirked.
“You aren’t my fiancée yet, Antonio,” I answered. “And you were supposed to leave me alone.”
Antonio took me in his arms. “How can I do that, my little doll?” Antonio grinned. “My question is, though, why was there a boy sitting next to you and talking to you?”
“That was my work colleague, jerk,” I revealed.
“Oh, I thought I was going to have to kill him,” Antonio chuc
