Chapter 9
Isabella.
As I descended the exit stairs clad in the beautiful red shape-snatching dress that Mr. Ignazio had gotten for me, my eyes took in the bustling sight of the already-filled compound. I scanned the momentary movement of everyone, every beautiful soul that attended the little yet huge party seemed to already have their groove.
I looked over at the prestigious number of people available at the compound which was enough to contain 200 people. My eyes took in the sight of Aunt Amma and Uncle Mathew.
I allowed my gaze to settle on them and a subconscious smile settled at the bream of my lips, as I watched them sway happily in rhythm to the soft music that played in the air.
Aunt was dressed in a black waist-snatching dress that evened out her beautiful waistline. And the
