LEVI
I was just about to walk toward Isabella, driven by some invisible force, when Franco leaned in to whisper something in her ear. He was dressed in his usual bad style—a navy suit that looked expensive but lacked any real taste. His tie was a garish yellow, clashing horribly with his outfit, a stark contrast to the effortless elegance of Isabella beside him. Her expression didn’t change; her disinterest was obvious, but Franco remained oblivious, still muttering in her ear as if he held her full attention.
I could already tell Isabella hated that he was there with her. I wondered why she had even agreed to be with him tonight.
Fuck! Maybe she doesn’t like me as much as I thought. Maybe...
Franco was leaning in closer, too close to her.
She’s mine. He needs to back away!
Rage sim
