ISABELLA GARCIA“We are… engaged?” I asked Enzo softly as he handed me a glass of juice. We were seated inside the compound, in the interior garden at the right wing of the house. It was a safe house, but even Enzo’s safe houses were kept in the most pristine conditions. The tiles weren’t dusty when we arrived. The housekeeper still came around once a week, and Enzo said she would keep coming even after we left. The wine cellar was stocked with drinks from the nineties, bottles wiped down with paper towels so dust never settled on them. Even the air was fresh and crisp, new and far removed from the thick underbelly of New York’s population density. “Every time you ask that, it’s still going to be the same answer. Which is yes,” Enzo said. He dropped his glass and kissed me full on the lips, fast and slow, before settling beside me. He sighed deeply next to me, and my chest tightened as I thought about what Mum had said. “This doesn’t feel right. Do you want to marry me?” I turne
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