Chapter 8
A Good Girl Doesn’t Deserve a Good Boy
Mon Chèr Journal,
This morning, I slipped out to the garden to regretfully inform Salvatore that we may not see each other for as long as a week due to Joseph being home to entertain guests, but he was not in the garden, nor in the supply shed. I wandered about, nervous about getting back before Joseph finished his morning bathroom routine and eventually found Ricardo trimming hedges.
“Ricardo, have you seen Salvatore? I need to speak to him very quickly.”
“Buon giorno, Lady. Beardley. Salvatore is not here today. He needed to go to the city.”
“Oh.” My first thought was to ask if he was okay. Had he taken ill? But now that my intentions were thwarted my mind immediately shifted to getting back to the house. “Thank you, Ricardo. If he r
