I S A B E L L A
After the eventful morning in bed, where I found myself embarrassingly tangled in Angelo’s arms, the charged energy between us hasn’t subsided. If anything, it has intensified, lingering in the air as we make our way downstairs for breakfast... He said I kept shuffling cause I was cold, but was that just an excuse to cuddle me? Whatever the case, I'm not exactly complaining... I just think the pace at which things are moving between us is an extremely weird one. We're married, yet we've never had a relationship. I'm falling for him, yet he is an enemy... or at least used to be...
I hate that things are this complicated...
Angelo and I sit on the dining table as Frederic and the kitchen staff move around us, busy preparing the table for our meal, but all I can focus on is
