Chapter 8

“Momma, can I go to Zia Francesca’s house? Chiara has come home for the weekend,” Isabella asked her mother extra sweetly, wanting to go meet her childhood friend Chiara, who had recently gotten married and shifted to a different place.

“There is no need for that. Shut up and sit there. God knows what new problems you would create,” Rosetta said as she made snacks for the evening tea.

Isabella stared at her mother furiously, who in turn ignored her.

Isabella stomped her foot and stared at her mother, who still ignored her.

“You are overreacting, momma. You refused to let me go to the office. I accepted that. But how can you keep me locked inside the house? That’s hardly fair. This is the twenty-first century, for God’s sake! I have every right to live my life as I wish,” Isabella protested at her mother’s high-handed behaviour.

“Overreacting? You won’t understand our worries now, Izzy. You will understand this only when you become a mother. Because of y