Marco

"What is this I hear from Isabella that you haven't been sleeping at home for three days now, and yet you are still within the four walls of Tuscany,” Father declares, storming into my office with visibly bulging veins on his head.

“Good morning Mr Lorenzo.” Heather greets.

“Heather, please leave us,” I announce dismissing my personal assistant.

He fixes a stern gaze on me, demanding an answer despite Heather's presence in the room.

"Good morning, Father."

"Marco, there's nothing good about the morning. Are you attempting to put us in Alessandro's disfavor, knowing full well that Isabella is practically the air he breathes?"

"No, Father. It's just that she has moved her things into the house and now lives there, and we aren't even married yet."

"And so? This is merely a weak excuse! The woman in question will soon be your wife. If not for your recent divorce, you both would have been married like yesterday."

"Father, I'm not in love with Isabella."

"Love?" he chuckles, the sound reso