“Are you ready, Bella? To meet Dad?”
“Yes, Enzo,” she said, steady and sure, and nodded.
I smiled at her and got out first to open her door. We were already inside my father’s estate gates. Bella looked ready, too. Ready to face him.
I helped her out of the passenger seat, our fingers laced together.
“Thank you, Enzo,” she said softly.
“Let’s go. They’re waiting,” I said, and we walked toward the front doors of the mansion.
A housekeeper opened it for us. She froze when she saw Bella at my side.
“Ah… good evening, Sir Enzo,” she stammered.
“Is Dad in?”
“They’re all in the dining room, sir.”
I nodded. We headed for the dining room, to the people we had to face.
I tucked Bella’s hand into the crook of my arm. She was confident. We could do this.
“We can do this,” I wh
