As the first rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains, I felt a gentle sense of peace, a stark contrast to yesterday's unsettling events. Quietly slipping out of bed after giving Antonio who wanted to catch a bit more sleep a kiss, I padded softly towards the bathroom, taking the hotel plush robe to cover my naked body covered in old and new hickeys.
However, as I flicked on the light to examine the hickeys on my body and my eyes adjusted, a sudden chill gripped me. There, on the mirror, scrawled in a glaring shade of one of my red lipsticks were the words "puttana"—w***e in Italian.
“Antonio! Get in here!”,
My heart pounded in my chest, my initial shock quickly turning into a surge of fear. I reached shakily for the door.
Hearing the commotion, Antonio rushed in, his expression
