"Nineteen…" Isabella replied, her voice so quiet it barely floated past her lips.
A few gasps and raised brows followed.
"Oh my god! Nineteen?" the yellow-dress girl nearly choked on her drink. "So you were still in school when Leo was already handling entire business deals and mafia meetings?"
"Must be nice to skip all the hard work and just… fall into the right bed," someone muttered from the side, not loud enough to be sure who said it but loud enough for Isabella to hear.
Her throat tightened. She clutched the hem of her sundress under the table and stared down at her lap, wishing she could disappear.
Alexa gave a soft laugh again. "She's not like that. Come on, Bella's innocent, she probably still believes in fairy tale love stories."
That line caused more laughter, louder this time.
One of the girls whispered, "Bet she doesn't even know what Leo's like when he's actually mad."
"Or in bed," another one added with a wicked grin.
