I haven’t eaten since yesterday morning, and I slept through dinner last night, so the next day I’m having breakfast in front of him.
However, I was invited to come here this morning. When I opened the closet and saw clothes for both men and women, I realized I was staying in his room.
I dressed as though it didn’t matter, but everything was brand-new and in my size because it had price tags on it. How long has this preparation been ongoing?
I didn’t touch the food—I just kept my eyes on it. My fury is doing a great job of stifling my hunger. I simply put on an outfit that makes me look decent enough; I didn’t even bother to style my hair.
“Starving won’t help,” Riccardo said, and I heard him.
I had to chat to him in order to figure out how to get out, as I saw him.
I’m married to hi
