IZABELLA
It rained sometime last night, so I woke up to cold, bleary weather.
No early morning sunshine filtering through the obnoxiously large windows to wake me up—no, I was woken by a blast of cold air instead.
The sky was grey, the tiles were cold, everything seemed moist… overall, it was a nasty morning that seemed determined to prepare itself to be an even nastier day.
I glared out the window at the sky, only stopping when I realized how ridiculous I probably looked. I stepped back and chose to pin my bad mood on the fact that I’d spent seven days so far without coffee—or, my treacherous thoughts reared their ugly heads––because it was day seven of not seeing Ignazio since the morning after our wedding.
When he walked out on me coldly after breakfast.
Since then, I’d been w
