Isabella’s POV
“What do you mean, Mama?” I asked, feigning innocence.
“The argument with your Papa,” she stated. “You know I hate it when you fight.”
Phew… I thought she knew about Zander.
“I am not marrying Antonio DeMarco,” I said, bluntly. “I’d rather die than be his bride.”
“You know I’m working on that, Bella,” Mama declared. “Now you have Papa all riled up, and his vein is showing.” She smirked.
“That’s his own fault for being a jerk,” I advised, as I pictured his vein pulsing on his forehead. It made me giggle.
“I know, but isn’t it better to keep the peace?” She asked.
“I guess, but he’s being totally unreasonable,” I stated.
“I know, but for the family’s sake, can you just call a truce?” Mama questioned.
“Ok, but I’m not apologizing,” I announced. “I did absolutely nothi
