ISABELLA
I stood there, my mind reeling with Francesca's words. "The only woman in his life?" I thought to myself, my eyes narrowing as I tried to process what I had just heard.
Lorenzo had told me that his past wouldn't affect our relationship, but now it seemed like Francesca was trying to claim him as her own.
I felt a surge of anger and frustration, but I pushed it down, not wanting to give Francesca the satisfaction of getting under my skin. Instead, I forced a smile onto my face and extended my hand.
"Welcome, Francesca," I said, my voice cool and polite. "It's nice to finally meet you."
Francesca's eyes flicked to mine, a hint of surprise in their depths. I was sure she hadn't expected me to be so calm and collected.
But I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of seeing me riled up. I was going to play it cool, no matter what.
As Francesca took my hand, I could feel that strong hold she had on me.
