"Are you sure about this? Isabella, your situation in Chicago is dangerous," Sophia expressed concern.
"It's my choice. As the Mafia Queen, I need to learn these skills," Isabella replied, Sophia relaxing a bit.
Still worried, Sophia suggested, "Staying here might expose you to risks. Why not join us on our travels?"
"I'm married to Emanuele now. We face challenges together; I can't let him handle danger alone while I enjoy a carefree life in another place."
Isabella knew some would choose differently, but she couldn't endure being away from Emanuele for long periods. Even though their relationship was a game, Emanuele enjoyed her relentless nature.
However, she was in too deep. Her love for Emanuele prevented her from leaving. She had already surrendered to her feelings, a fact she hated. Her prideful nature made expressing her emotions to Emanuele challenging.
Isabella couldn't outright admit defeat to Emanuele; it would be too vulnerable. She feared he'd lose interest if she did.
Sophia, surprised by Isabella's depth of emotion, decided not to interfere. Love was rare; she wouldn't stop Isabella from pursuing it.
"Isabella, take care. Listen to Emanuele, and try not to go anywhere," Sophia advised before ending the call.
With nowhere to go, Isabella prepared for bed. Alone in her apartment, she decided to learn and try new things.
The next day, Isabella joined Lilly in making Tiramisu cake. Despite its apparent simplicity, the process proved challenging.
Lilly guided Isabella, controlling ingredient proportions and explaining each step. When the cake was done, Isabella breathed a sigh of relief.
Great! She successfully completed the task. She cut a slice, tasted it, and was pleased with the rich cocoa and milky flavor. Her extra sugar made it particularly sweet.
Because she loved sweets, Isabella enjoyed her creation, appreciating it through a self-applied filter. However, as she indulged, a sense of sadness crept in.
Grazia, like Isabella, loved sweets and enjoyed Lilly's cakes. In Italy, who would make cakes for her now? Isabella felt a twinge of regret.
The cake, a six-inch creation, was too much for her alone. Isabella cut pieces for Lilly, Tony, Harry, and the other bodyguards.
"I made this cake, Tony. Is it good?" Isabella asked.
Tony nodded, "Never tasted anything so delicious."
Afterward, Isabella looked at Harry, who quickly understood and said, "Incredible, your cake is delightful. I'd like another piece."
Isabella was delighted and shared more cake with them. Since staying in the apartment was getting dull, she decided to find more activities to make life interesting.
Isabella always managed to find something interesting even in extreme situations, avoiding falling into low spirits. Besides Emanuele, who could affect her deeply, others couldn't.
In the evening, Isabella texted Emanuele, asking if he would come home for dinner. She planned to cook for him.
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