ISABELLA’S P.O.V.
I enjoyed shopping.
Whenever I told people that, they always assumed I was a materialistic rich girl who had everything given to her but it couldn’t have been further from the truth. While I was at my neighbor's house, shopping was the only time I had some peace of mind. I was out of the house and I was happy. It became a coping mechanism for me that I didn’t even know I needed.
It was a luxury I couldn’t always afford but I always made time for it. Lorenzo loved watching me spend his money, I thought it was weird but I never really put much thought to it whenever he handed me his card. He always had two guards following me at a safe distance and I wondered if he thought I didn’t know or if he knew that I was aware and still did it.
I had never been grateful for those
