❦ Rosalind ❦
“È ora di alzarsi, Rosa mia.”
Mama’s voice filtered into my mind, telling me to wake up. Her fingers brushed against my cheek, and I sank deeper into the mist of her sweet perfume.
“Alzati!”
My eyes snapped open, and I grabbed a throw pillow to defend myself with before halting my attack at the last second.
Enza stood over me, her tight bun accentuating her scowl. I matched it with a more irritated one of my own.
“That’s a rude way to wake a person, don’t you think?”
“You weren't waking. You go down for breakfast.” She spun and walked out as she spoke.
And to think that just earlier I’d braved the house just so I wouldn’t inconvenience her cause I was hungry.
“I’d like to have breakfast here.”
She stopped at the door, threw me a glance like I was crazy to suggest oth
