Isabella’s POV
“Sorry it took me so long,” I voiced as I walked through the kitchen door. “It took forever to take the pins out of my hair.”
“No problem, we pulled a bunch of stuff out of the fridge,” Mama replied. “Nonna is heating the brie.”
“Oh gosh, I love me some brie,” I said, smiling.
Nonna walked out of the kitchen with the brie on a plate and set it down. “So, Nina, what’s the plan?” Nonna asked.
“What are you talking about, Nonna?” Mama replied.
“We need to get Isabella out of the DeMarco marriage,” Nonna declared.
“You know about that?” Mama said, puzzled.
“Nina, I’m not always on Salvatore’s side. A volte e un idiota (sometimes he’s an i***t),” Nonna chuckled.
“All men are,” Mama said. “Take note of that, Bella.”
“So, what would happen if I weren’t pure?” I asked.
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