I S A B E L L A
We find ourselves walking through a brightly lit hallway and reach the very end of it, where we are met with a set of large double doors. The master bedroom, I’m assuming. Angelo soon reaches for the door handle and opens it, stepping inside first before he allows me to enter as well.
As I step inside, I admire the interior of the room, being similar to the themes in the living room and kitchen; black and white.
The entire room smells of a mix between his cologne and vanilla air freshener. It’s inviting and makes me feel more at ease, and even comfortable enough to say, at home.
“The left side of the wardrobe is yours. I don’t know your taste, so I got a bit of everything. You’re free to choose what you’d like to wear…
Is there anything specific you’d like for dinner
