ISABELLA
The gala was in three days. Which meant today was dedicated to the one task I had been avoiding: finding a dress that would make me look like I belonged in a room full of power, danger, and people who would smile at me while plotting my downfall. I don't mind parties but now that I am pregnant, I didn't want to be around people who threatens my existence.
Bianca arrived early, bright‑eyed and determined, clutching a notebook full of ideas. Sophia was supposed to come too, but she texted last minute: Enzo’s taking me instead. He insisted. Don’t be mad.
I wasn’t mad— I was furious.
Bianca saw the message over my shoulder and groaned. “Sophia getting close to Enzo is a terrible idea. I know he is my cousin but he's not good for your sister. He’s… slippery.”
“That’s one word for
