ISABELLA’S P.O.V.
I tried to avoid Lorenzo after our little rendezvous in the kitchen which proved to be impossible considering that we shared a room. He gave me my space though and never spoke to or touched me without my permission. It had been three days since that incident and I wanted him more than ever. I couldn’t bring myself to admit it because it would mean mudding up the arrangement we already had.
Besides, I had more important things to worry about because Lorenzo arrived last night and told me that we were going for a gala. I was pissed because I hated last-minute decisions but apparently there was nothing much I could do where he was concerned. He handed me his card and told me to knock myself out at the store. I was determined to make sure that he regretted it.
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