Luca
I knock at the door of Isabella’s room, not getting an answer.
She called me several more times today. However, I was still too pissed with myself about last night, so I kept ignoring her. As if not talking to her would somehow erase the image of her arching her back as she m*********d in front of me, or the fact that I had to take a long, cold shower immediately after leaving her room.
I knock again. Nothing.
“Isabella?” I open the door and find her room empty.
I already checked the living room and the library on the ground floor, but she wasn’t there. Maybe she’s with Rosa. I walk down the hallway and open Rosa’s door. My daughter is sprawled on the bed on her back, watching some crap on her phone again.
“Dad?” She looks up at me. “Can I pierce my eyebrow?”
“What? No, you can
