Sofia
A soft knock on the bedroom door finally pulled me from the deepest sleep I had experienced in years. My body was completely relaxed, the lingering tension from the confrontation with Luca finally subdued by the absurd luxury of his bed.
"Come in," I called out groggily, it was the same maid from the day before. She gave a small, polite smile. "Good morning, Miss Sofia. Breakfast is ready, and if you'd like, I can draw a fresh bath for you while you wake up."
"Oh, thank you," I murmured, sitting up and pulling the duvet back.
The maid disappeared into the bathroom, and soon I heard the sound of running water. As I waited, I noticed that my discarded dress and underclothes from the day before were gone, and in their place on the end of the bed lay a simple, yet beautiful, cream-c
