"Dad, do you think she'll come?" Isabella asked sweetly as she sat at the round table inside a private dining room.
"Isabella, dear, is that even a question?" Carmella gave her daughter a knowing look. "Your father called her personally. Of course, she'll come running. She's probably dancing after that call."
Isabella giggled while Carmella smirked.
Both women turned toward the man seated at the head of the table.
"Right, dear?" Carmella hummed.
"I'd like to see her try to ignore my call," Marshal snorted. "She'll come. She's never ignored my orders before. No matter what, she's still a Di Carpio. That's something she can't erase simply by changing her name."
The family of three smiled in satisfaction.
They were certain Ashley would come running no matter where she was.
Ashley had always been like that.
No matter how badly she was beaten, she would still come when called like a loyal dog.
Even with Isabella.
