FRANCESCA's POV
I was awoken the next day by the shuffling of feet coming from a corner of the room and when I opened my eyes, I could see that Dante was nowhere in sight instead I had the housekeeper packing up our bags.
“Good morning” She muttered curtly and continued about her business.
“What is going on?” I questioned, rising from the bed.
“The master has asked that I make everything ready for departure” She told me.
“Departure” I echoed.
He had not mentioned anything about us leaving his father’s home anytime soon and I wondered if it was safe seeing as the last time we were here, he got himself f*****g shot by some men.
I have to talk to him about this, I thought to myself reaching for the door.
“The master is entertaining some guests” The housekeeper stopped me in my stride.
