Chapter 13 You Don't Belong Here

The rooftop bar shimmered under the glow of amber lanterns and Sicilian moonlight. Jazz music drifted through the air like a memory, low and intimate, as if the night itself was leaning in to listen.

Isabel stood near the railing, arms crossed tightly over her chest, trying to ignore the soft wind teasing the hem of her sundress. The ocean below l

            
            

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