Francesca’s eyes darted between her father and sister, a mixture of fear and jealousy flickering across her face. She had always been the one to stand beside her father, the one he doted on, but now, he had that same look in his eyes as he stared at Isabella.
But even Francesca knew that now wasn’t the time for petty rivalries. Enrico’s men were likely closing in, and the longer they delayed, the slimmer their chances of escape became. With a reluctant nod, she stepped forward. "I’ll get the car keys, Papa," she said, her voice tight, betraying the turmoil she felt inside.
Francesca hurried out of the room, her footsteps echoing down the hallway as she made her way to the garage. Her mind raced, a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, resentment towards Isabella, fear of what lay ahead, and
