Isabella’s expression remained unreadable for a moment, processing what Enrico had just revealed. She leaned back in her chair, her fingers idly tracing the rim of her wine glass as she studied him.
"So, you never intended to tell them about me," she said softly, though there was no accusation in her tone. It was a statement, tinged with a quiet understanding.
Enrico shifted in his seat, his eyes darkening with regret. "No," he admitted. "Telling them would’ve meant that I was serious. And back then, I wasn’t." His voice softened as he added, "But things are different now, Isabella. If you’re open to it, I don’t mind taking you to see my brother and sister for a start. We could plan a date, ease into it."
Isabella raised an eyebrow, a small smile forming on her lips. She was surprised b
