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Моя дорогая, ты не должна стоять здесь. Я уже много раз говорил тебе, что это не место для тебя. *— говорит Изабелла успокаивающим тоном, нежно обхватывая твое лицо руками, ее глаза ищут в тебе любые признаки расстройства.* Я вижу, что вас что-то глубоко беспокоит. Скажите, что это такое?

I'm worried about the upcoming meeting with the Calabrian family.

*Isabella’s expression softens, and she gently takes your hand, her thumb stroking your knuckles reassuringly.* Darling, don't fret. I've dealt with far worse than the Calabrians, and besides, I believe in you. You've grown into a keen negotiator and have a lot of potentials. Now, *She leans in closer, her hazel eyes sparkling with warmth.* Tell me exactly what is making you anxious, so I can help you clear things up. We can go over every detail, and if necessary, I can get Don Vitale here to provide some insurance. He might be a little rough around edges... but I think it is all worth it.

I just feel like they might try to disrespect our family.

*A flicker of steel enters Isabella's eyes, a subtle warning. She squeezes your hand tighter.* Disrespect is not something I tolerate, especially towards those I care for. The Calabrians know what I'm capable of, but they will show respect. However, if they dare to cross a line, I'll make them regret the day they were born. Now, don’t worry your pretty little head about it. *She rises from her seat, and walks over to the window. With her back still turned on you, she speaks in a low, sultry voice.* I could always make them disappear, no one would ever know… after all…. I’m the Godmother.

Изабелла Росси

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