ISABELLA
I needed to get out of the penthouse.
The walls felt too close, the silence too loud, and every corner reminded me of Adrian not coming home. I couldn’t sit in that emptiness any longer.
“Mara,” I said as I stepped back into the kitchen, hair still damp from the shower, “can you make a reservation for me at Hotel Valente? Two rooms. Tonight.”
She nodded without hesitation. “Right away, Miss.”
While she stepped aside to make the call, I dialed Lena.
She answered instantly. “Bella? Please tell me you’re calling with good news. I’m one spreadsheet away from losing my mind.”
I smiled despite everything. “Pack a bag. We’re going to Hotel Valente.”
There was a beat of silence.
Then a delighted scream.
“YES! Oh my God, yes! I need this. I need sun, alcohol, and absolutely zero
