ision of elegance, clad in a tailored pantsuit in shades of navy and white, with a cashmere coat draped over her s

ring sunglasses at night..

ment to her refined taste,

de, adjusting the collar of Isabella's coat. "Welcome to Ital

ort. The familiar sights and sounds of her homeland broug

r phone. She needed to touch base with Gina, her closest friend. S

aimed; her voice filled with excitement. "

nd I managed to catch a few hours of sleep.

rything for you. And I've booked you a suite at the

know me too well, Gi

s a sleek black sedan, the interior as luxurious as the exterior. As she sank in

a tapestry of old and new. The iconic Duomo, with its spires piercing the sky, was a breathtaking

hey entered the lobby, Isabella was greeted by a wave of opulence. Marble floors, crystal chandeliers, and towering palm trees created an atmosphere of lux

rooms, here's your keycard.

into her suite, she was greeted by a breathtaking view of the city skyline. The room was a study in ele

a heavy sigh, she fell to the

sighed, her voice heavy with exhaustion and relief. The thought of returning hom

creen, and a smile spread across her lips when she saw her brother's name

iliar voice greeted her,

ugh escaping her lips. She could hear Marco chuckling on the other en

n Italy, aren't you?" Marco's vo

replied, stifling a yawn as she pushed herself

d get some rest. I'll send one of the guys to pick you up i

it. "Don't worry about it; I've already got it covered,"

hough she could sense the underlying worry in his tone. "Alrig

corners of her lips as she ended the call. The term "princess" was o

a deep breath, she headed into the bathroom, the cool tiles beneath her feet grounding her thoughts. Tomorrow would bring its own set

. She stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in a soft towel, and moved to the closet where she found a comf

ce calm and polite as she spoke to the staff. With that task done, she walked over to the balcon

balcony railing, staring out at the serene view. The peace of the moment was a balm to her tired soul, and fo

mething-a sound that didn't belong. She frowned, unsure at first if she had imagined it. Pulling one AirPod out, she

oom next to hers. The low cries of a woman, clearly lost in the throes of passion, grew louder, invading

eep scowl, she leaned over the balcony railing, her voice cutting through the night as she yelle

She didn't care if they heard or if they were embarrassed-she was too irritated to care. Without

siderate? The peaceful night she had so desperately craved was now ruined, and all she could do was seethe in the privacy

f hotel is t