ISABELLA
As we stepped inside the carousel, I ran toward the popcorn space.
"I want one!" I let out excitement and he smirked, "You can have it all." I smiled and hit his shoulder. The man behind the popcorn maker, helped me serve the biggest cup, and handbot over to me.
"Thank you," I let out excitedly and glanced at Lorenzo, "I don't eat in public," he announced before I could ask.
I was about to argue with him when we were greeted by a charming man with a bright smile.
He was dressed in a sleek black uniform, and his eyes sparkled with amusement as he approached us.
"Welcome, welcome! I am Marco, your host for tonight's private event," he said, his Italian accent dripping with charm. He turned to me, his eyes locked on mine as I scooped some popcorn into my mouth.
"And you, prosecutor, are stunning. It's my first time meeting the renowned prosecutor and I am so glad you could join us tonight." I giggled continuously at this.