ISABELLA’S P.O.V.
One month or four weeks, that was how long I had been married to Lorenzo. I never thought I would be married to Lorenzo for a week but here we were and against my better judgment, I enjoyed it. He tried to keep as much of his business as he could away from the house and I loved that. I had tried to remind myself not to grow comfortable but I couldn’t stop myself. There was something about him and this place that just pulled me in.
I had sketched him once more after that initial time and excluding all the pillow talk, I actually found that he was a decent conversationalist. Of course, he was uneducated in the world of movies but he was crazy smart. He had a bookshelf filled with books I had never seen before or even heard of. The more I found out about him, the more I re
