Siena went straight to her room, but her mind was still reeling from what Vittorio had told her about Cristiano. Her heart ached. Was it all repeating again? She had started to trust him—trust him with her heart, her life—and he… he had only been pretending to be kind to her?
He had barged right into the middle of her conversation with Vittorio and, without so much as an explanation, ordered her to leave immediately and return to her room. Why? The answer clawed at her chest—because he must have been afraid Vittorio would reveal more of his filthy secrets. That had to be it. That was why he dismissed her so quickly, without giving her a chance to speak, to ask, or even to understand.
He hadn’t said a word to reassure her. He hadn’t explained anything. He had just commanded her to go.
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