INDY
Her reaction was understandable. Rome and I had been engaged for three months. She came to the house a month ago, and I had been tormenting her ever since.
I stepped back and placed the peaches on her bed.
“Open your eyes,” I said softly. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
She slowly opened her eyes; however, there was still fear in them. She was clutching the covers tightly, and she didn’t move an inch.
“What are these, Lady Lucindabella?”
“Indy.”
She looked confused.
“Just call me Indy from now on.”
“Indy…,” she muttered, then she quickly covered her mouth, appearing scared about the implications.
“I’m sorry, Lady Lucindabella.”
“It’s okay,” I sighed. She’s really innocent. “If you’re not comfortable with just Indy, call me Lady Indy instead. The other nam
