ISABELLA
I waited for Adrian longer than I expected. The clock on the nightstand glowed past eleven. I tried reading, tried watching something, tried distracting myself, but my mind kept circling back to Enzo’s call… and the way Vito told me to “wait for Adrian.”
So I did. When I finally heard the front door open downstairs, my heart jumped. I sat up straighter, smoothing the blanket over my lap. Footsteps moved through the hallway—slow, heavy, tired.
The bedroom door opened. Adrian stepped inside. And the first thing that hit me wasn’t his expression. It was the scent. A woman’s perfume. Sweet. Floral. Familiar.
My brows pulled together. I didn’t remember putting perfume on today. I barely left the bedroom. And Adrian… he didn’t smell like this when he left.
He looked exhausted—shou
