Isabella
I stood there in the middle of the fancy ballroom, holding a glass of champagne that felt too heavy in my hand. The music was loud, the lights bright, and everyone was smiling like this was some big happy night. My dad was laughing and raising his glass high.
“To the day my debts end,” he said, “and my daughter walks free!” I smiled right back at him.
I had been working my ass off for months, working extra shifts at the diner, cutting down on everything, just so we could finally pay off what was left.
But then the room went quiet all of a sudden. The music stopped dead. Everyone turned toward the big doors. My heart started hammering in my chest before I even knew why.
A man in a black suit walked in slowly, like he owned the whole place. His name was Luca Moretti, I had
