Enrico walked over to the bedside table and picked up the landline phone. He dialed a number and waited for a moment. "Alma, dinner for two to my room," he instructed.
He then turned to Isabella and gestured towards the couch. "Sit down," he said gently, yet firmly.
Isabella hesitated for a moment, her mind still reeling from the intensity of their previous conversation. She slowly walked over to the couch and took her seat, her hands fidgeting nervously in her lap.
Enrico observed her carefully, noting the subtle signs of her anxiety. He took a seat in a chair opposite the couch, maintaining a respectful distance.
The silence between them was heavy, but not uncomfortable. They stared at each other, both taking in the details of the other's face, trying to understand the person they
