IZABELLA
My arms stretched on either side of me, taking up space on the bed.
Or not taking up any space at all.
The king sized bed in the room I was staying in was as massive as it sounded. My gaze hit the ceiling as I peeled my eyes open.
I woke up feeling more rested than I thought I would. The bed was so soft, too comfortable. I stretched slowly, letting my limbs sink into the plush mattress. Sunlight slipped through the small gap between the curtains, bathing the room in warm gold. It made everything look peaceful.
The room itself could’ve been in a fancy magazine.
Everything was expensive, polished, and picturesque.
I sat up, pushing the blanket away.
I’d signed a contract—a real one—that had changed my entire life. And every minute that passed since I agreed to marry I
