CHAPTER 14: Mirabella's POV
The doorbell rang, once, twice. I didn’t want to get out of bed. Whoever it was could go to hell. The bell rang again, and I groaned, reluctantly throwing my covers off of me. I put on my robe and made my way downstairs.
Giovanni hadn’t taken what I said to him the other day very well at all. He was pissed beyond control. But I didn’t care. I wasn’t about to leave one cage just to enter another—no matter how enticing it was or how much my body ached for his touch.
I opened the door to see Eliana standing there, smiling. She stepped inside.
“Don’t tell me you’re not dressed up yet,” she said, her smile fading as she glanced around. Right, the Gala.
“Give me a moment,” I replied, heading upstairs. She followed closely behind.
“You b***h,” she teased, a smi
