Isabella’s POV
“Bella! Oh, no, Mia Bella,” I heard faintly. My eyes fluttered open slowly to see my Mama leaning over me. “Thank God, she’s awake,” Mama cried.
“Wha… Wha… what happened?” I stuttered out.
“You passed out, Mia Stellina,” Papa advised.
“Does anywhere hurt, Bella?” Mama asked.
“No, I don’t think so,” I said, trying to sit up.
“Rest, Isabella,” Candy stated.
I looked around. They must have picked me up and moved me to the living room couch, because I don’t remember being in this room. I looked over to the chair right in my line of vision, and Antonio was sitting there looking like he ruled the world, sipping a scotch and smirking as I looked at him.
“I want to go home,” I demanded.
“We still need to set a wedding date,” Candy pouted. “How about two weeks from now?”
