Isabella sat on the plush carpet of Sofia’s bedroom, leaning against the edge of the bed as Sofia talked animatedly about the man she had met. The room was bathed in the soft glow of the late afternoon sun, the light filtering through the lace curtains and casting delicate shadows across the room. Sofia’s voice was filled with a mix of excitement and uncertainty, her hands fluttering as she spoke about the man who had stolen her heart.
“He’s different, Isabella,” Sofia said, her voice soft with admiration. “He doesn’t care about the mafia, about power or wealth. He wants to live a quiet life, away from all of this. He even asked me to run away with him, to start fresh in a town where no one knows us.”
Isabella nodded absently, her gaze drifting to the dresser beside Sofia’s bed. There, f
