LORENZO’S P.O.V.
At my father’s words, I pulled back from Isabella. I felt her disappointment and it echoed mine but I shoved down every bit of emotion. My father had a knack for sniffing out the smallest things and I didn’t want him to realize the feelings for Isabella that lingered in me. I didn’t want to accept them either.
“Go inside,” I said to Isabella and she looked like she wanted to refute but at the last minute, she decided against it and walked away. I waited until she had entered the house before I turned back to my father. “I put you on house arrest.”
“I was let out for the initiation,” he shrugged. “I wanted to see you. Can’t a man visit his son?”
“What do you want, father? It is too late for this and I don’t have the energy.”
“A Spanish heir, are you insane Lorenzo?” Fa
