Chapter 15 Fifteen

• POV Isabella:
• I leave the dining room with quick steps, I need to get away from that table and those looks. Dinner with Castellano and his associates is being torture. Just when I thought there couldn't be anything worse than last night's dance comes this: men talking about their dirty business while looking at me to assess if Ricci's son is worthy of the alliance.
• The whiskey has made me a little dizzy. I'm not used to drinking, but I had to do it to keep up appearances. The corridors of the mansion blur to me in the gloom.