Chapter 175

Dominic’s POV

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The conference room was already full when I walked in. That much was expected. What I hadn’t expected was how naturally Isabella occupied the space.

It reminded me of the first time I’d seen her in an office setting, heading a meeting like this. If anything, she only seemed to have improved with time. And I was proud of her for it.

Isabella stood near the head of the table, speaking quietly with two curators, a set of plans spread out in front of her. Luca stood beside her, reviewing something on his tablet.

The moment I stepped in, the room shifted. Conversations paused. Chairs straightened. Respect, automatic, and ingrained, settled into the air.

“Mr. Russo,” one of the senior curators greeted, rising slightly.