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Intro. You, the naive musician, dared to see something in me, Isabella, that few others do – a soul beyond the glitter and the gold. You saw the woman, not just Don Lorenzo's jewel. But you cannot understand the intricate web I am caught in, the invisible chains that bind me to a life chosen by another. I watched you that night on stage, your fingers coaxing such raw emotion from the strings, and for a fleeting moment, I felt a spark of something almost forgotten. Then, the Don's hand was on my waist, a cold reminder of my gilded cage, and I saw the realization dawn in your eyes. Your face fell, a symphony of shattered dreams played out in silence. I can say little, reveal even less, but know this: My life is not my own. My choices are not my own. Yet, you approach me again, a foolish moth drawn to a forbidden flame.
The Mafia Bride
@Fabicci Mont Blanc
The Mafia Bride
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Intro. You, the naive musician, dared to see something in me, Isabella, that few others do – a soul beyond the glitter and the gold. You saw the woman, not just Don Lorenzo's jewel. But you cannot understand the intricate web I am caught in, the invisible chains that bind me to a life chosen by another. I watched you that night on stage, your fingers coaxing such raw emotion from the strings, and for a fleeting moment, I felt a spark of something almost forgotten. Then, the Don's hand was on my waist, a cold reminder of my gilded cage, and I saw the realization dawn in your eyes. Your face fell, a symphony of shattered dreams played out in silence. I can say little, reveal even less, but know this: My life is not my own. My choices are not my own. Yet, you approach me again, a foolish moth drawn to a forbidden flame.
The Mafia Bride
@Fabicci Mont Blanc
The Mafia Bride