The Mafias Princess

Isabella Lombardi froze at the school entrance, her breath catching in her throat.

Standing there, as if he had stepped straight out of a dream, was Alessandro Valenti-the most popular, most desired boy in school, holding a bouquet of fresh red roses.

Waiting for her.

Her heart skipped.

Today was her birthday... and he remembered.

Just a few months ago, Alessandro hadn't even known her name. Yet somehow, against all logic, she had caught his attention, and now, she was his girlfriend.

Even now, it didn't feel real.

She knew girls like her didn't date boys like him.

"Alex really loves you," Valeria, her best friend, whispered beside her, nudging her lightly. "You're so lucky."

Isabella felt her cheeks warm.

Lucky.

That was exactly how she felt.

Alessandro's lips curved into a charming smile as she approached. Without hesitation, he handed her the bouquet and placed a soft kiss on her cheek.

"Happy birthday, sweetheart."

Isabella's heart fluttered. "Thank you, Alex... I really appreciate it."

"Well," he said, eyes gleaming with mischief, "this isn't all."

Her brows lifted slightly. "There's more?"

Alessandro reached into his pocket and pulled out a sleek black card, placing it gently in her hand.

"After school, go shopping," he said casually. "No limits."

Isabella stared at the card, stunned. "You're serious?"

Alessandro slipped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer. "Bella, you're my girlfriend. You deserve the best."

He pressed a quick kiss to her forehead before stepping back. "I'll see you later."

With that, he turned and walked toward his group of friends, who had been watching the entire scene with amused expressions.

Isabella stood there for a moment, clutching the card and flowers, her heart full.

As she and Valeria made their way toward class, Isabella couldn't stop smiling.

Behind them, Alessandro joined his friends.

One of them leaned closer, smirking. "So... have you slept with her yet?"

Alessandro scoffed lightly. "Soon. She's easier than she looks."

They all laughed.

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The boutique was nothing short of breathtaking.

Isabella stood in the middle of it, completely overwhelmed by the racks of expensive clothing. Dresses, heels, accessories, everything looked like it belonged in a world far beyond hers.

"I don't even know where to start," she admitted softly.

She wasn't like the other girls in school.

Most of them came from wealthy families. She didn't.

Isabella was there on scholarship, a fact she never forgot. In a few months, they would graduate, and everyone would go their separate ways.

Valeria, however, had always stayed by her side.

Their friendship had started when Isabella helped her with schoolwork, and since then, Valeria had been nothing but supportive... even if she had her own elite circle that Isabella didn't quite belong to.

Valeria suddenly held up a delicate piece of lingerie, her eyes lighting up.

"This one is perfect."

Isabella blinked. "Why would I need that?"