It was close to dinner, and I was yet to see the man who was supposed to be my husband. I was trying to decide whether he was a workaholic or was just avoiding me since he knew I was supposed to be here today seeing as he was the one who sent the movers.
After that delicious lunch I had in the kitchen with Lorenzo, I came back to my room, and I have been here ever since, with my only companion being my phone which I was already getting bored of.
I was considering going down for dinner, but I decided to hold myself back until one of the maids called me down for dinner. I didn’t want them to see me as an overeater on my first day of living here.
I could also not stop thinking about Lorenzo’s food. That man was a beast in the kitchen, and it also didn’t help that he was very attractive.
