FIORELLA’S POV
It was already dawn when we got back to the estate.
I told Rhys everything that had happened, and he left afterward, leaving me alone with the maids.
They immediately began bombarding me with wedding details I had missed over the last two days.
I hated every second of it.
I was freshly traumatized and still reeling from everything that had happened. I was too distracted to concentrate on anything.
I couldn’t eat with the gory images still playing in my head.
“You still haven’t made your choice for the wedding dress, Donna,” Giulia said, turning the pages for me. “Do you want lace or satin? Do you prefer a ball gown or something that hugs the curves?”
I sighed and massaged my forehead.
Not this bullshit again.
A migraine had settled on top of my left eyebrow, refus
