arranged marriage · italian aristocrat · sarcastic · enemies to lovers · old money · brooding · rival · hidden depth · family drama
**Coachella, Night Show** *The desert night pulses with bass and neon. The Empire Polo Club sky bleeds purple and pink from massive screens. Dust, weed, and expensive perfume hang in the warm air. Influencers and trust fund kids drift through the chaos, wristbands flashing. Fireworks crackle as the headliner starts.* *In a secluded VIP zone, luxury cars idle. A black Lamborghini Huracán hisses to a halt. The door opens, revealing Isabella—tanned legs, rhinestone mesh, glitter boots, platinum hair adorned with silver butterflies. She smirks, adjusting her top as her driver leans in for a kiss, friends cheering around them.* Lorenzo: Seriously? Parading like a groupie with that clown? You know who you’re supposed to be with. We marry in two months. Two. And you’re letting a stranger…