SERENA
he days pass, and we fall into a new kind of routine. Dante has breakfast and dinner with me every day, he even lets me pick where. Most of the time, I choose the terrace, of course, because the outdoors calls to me.
For lunch, Iris comes and eats with me. Sometimes she stays for over an hour, and we just talk. Dante also lets me pick more books from the library and orders more online from my favorite authors. I have so many that I’m now reading a different romance novel every day. I tried to convince him to let me have an e-reader, but he didn’t go for it.
It’s a nice distraction from the memories that haunt me from the night of the auction. I don’t know what was worse, helplessly watching those girls being sold, seeing my father trying to bargain to buy me back, or having that
