MALIA
I was sitting in my room, staring at the door like he would walk in any second and be his typical annoying self. Marcello didn’t show.
After what had happened, I hadn’t expected him to pick me up and drive me to my riding lessons. Not that I could ride comfortably with the cuts on my feet. It hadn’t been a week since I had last seen the Tinker Pony, but I already missed Snowflake.
Sighing, I turn my chair to face my crafting table, still not believing I had one. It was large, filling one corner of the room and giving me plenty of workspace, or space to clutter. The latter part was what happened way more often than actually working on crafts.
My hands were covered in small bandages, while my foot was completely wrapped up. After stitching it up, Isabella had applied padded banda
