ISABELLA
I couldn’t sleep.
In fact, I had holed up in my bedroom for hours on end, skipping meals, and it was currently dark outside. Someone had knocked, claiming to be Matteo’s staff, and asked if I needed anything. I had refused.
How could I even eat? And what were they thinking? That I would find myself in a home I knew nothing about, and just have lunch or dinner like everything was normal?
Well, I couldn’t give them that satisfaction.
But guess who’s stomach was growling now?
And guess who was tossing and turning in the bed?
I hadn’t seen or heard from Matteo since he left me here.
I sat up, staring daggers at the door, before throwing my legs over the bed and picking up a thick robe.
Someone had gone through my things and had only laid out what I needed for the night, and t
