Chapter 62

ISABELLA

I lay my head on the pillow on the bed, the soft glow of the moon casting shadows on the walls. My breathing is steady, but my mind is far from calm. I'm sleeping in the refuge of Marie's house. I'm here on the run from a dangerous Italian mobster. Likewise, I think of the things Lorenzo could do to me if he managed to find me.

Furthermore, I sigh when I remember that there are only a few hours left before Marie's son arrives so that we can get out of this town as quickly as possible.

As the night wears on, I find myself wrapped in the embrace of an unusual dream. The dream world becomes a canvas for my subconscious desires and fears, and Lorenzo, the formidable man I try to avoid, takes center stage.

In the dream, I find myself in a lavish ballroom adorned with sparkling chandeliers and elaborate decorations. The air is filled with the soft chords of an engaging melody, and couples gracefully twirl across the dance floor. I'm wearing an elegant dres