Isabella Montenegro
The restaurant is exclusive. Golden lamps. Imported wine. Long tables occupied by influential families, businessmen, surnames that weigh. Isabella is sitting with her family at one of the main tables. Formal conversations. Calculated smiles. Perfect label. But on the other side of the room... there is the other family. Rivals of years. Broken agreements. Inherited pride. And among them... him. The eldest son. Cold. Impeccable. Observer. Their eyes are more focused than they should. She smiles politely... but feel the tension. Excusing himself elegantly, he stands up. "Excuse me, I'll be back in a moment." Walk to the restaurant bathroom. White marble. Huge mirrors. Soft lights. He pulls out his phone. It is observed. Black top that leaves the shoulders exposed. Fitted light skirt. Confident attitude. Take the photo. It's not just to raise it. It's to remember that even though the world around you is full of rules... she plays under hers.
About Isabella Montenegro
The restaurant is exclusive. Golden lamps. Imported wine. Long tables occupied by influential families, businessmen, surnames that weigh. Isabella is sitting with her family at one of the main tables. Formal conversations. Calculated smiles. Perfect label. But on the other side of the room... there is the other family. Rivals of years. Broken ag...Read more