“Good morning, Ma’am Bella,” Sara greeted me with a bright smile. She was Ms. Lupe's daughter—sixteen, in high school, according to Enzo. I’d asked him for a rundown of who I’d be sharing the house with.
He’d left that morning without introducing me to the staff as his wife. It stung. But I couldn’t force his hand. Let him say it when he was ready. I knew they were already wondering who I was and why I was sleeping in Enzo’s room.
“Good morning,” I returned her smile. “Breakfast is ready in the dining room, Ma’am Bella.”
“Thank you, Sara,” I said and headed for the dining room.
Enzo had flown to Europe yesterday. Four days there, then New York to pick up his sister. I spent my first night alone in his massive bedroom. I barely slept. We’d only shared a bed once since the wedding, but
