Isabella's eyes drifted to one thing first:
The buffet table in the far corner.
Strawberry tarts.
Jay leaned close to her. "Don't look too happy about the desserts. You're a mafia wife now look mysterious."
Isabella blinked. "But... they have strawberry mousse…"
Leonardo's eyes narrowed slightly when he was called over by an elderly man, judging by how respectfully others greeted him. He didn't argue. With a sharp glance at Isabella, he simply said, "Don't go far," and walked away.
Isabella didn't reply, just gave a small nod. Honestly, her cheeks were starting to hurt from all the polite smiling. Social events weren't really her thing.
Jay noticed her exhaustion and casually said, "Let's get food. That mousse you spotted earlier is probably calling your name."
Relieved, she nodded and followed him to the buffet area.
