Victoria Bella Washington;
After getting back from the playground and indulging in way too many sweet treats, I started feeling under the weather.
Vincenzo had to bathe me in warm water last night and held me close until I drifted off to sleep.
This morning, I didn’t even have the energy to get out of bed. I just lay there, cramping and aching. And then, a thought struck me: could this actually be my period?
No, it couldn’t be…could it?
“Little Mouse… how are you—” Vincenzo paused mid-sentence, his eyes flicking to the sheets before a gentle smile tugged at his lips. “You have blood on the bed sheets,” he murmured, setting a cup of coffee on the nightstand.
“Oh no… no way. Not this! Oh my God!” I stammered, glancing down at my legs in horror. “I’m so sorry! Just… just leave the room
