ELLA
I watched her talk about Luca longer than necessary, but I didn’t cut her short.
“Anyway, I was supposed to bring you breakfast, but I figured we could just go downstairs. I’m not allowed, but no one is here. Sofia is probably shopping and Signora rarely comes. So why not?” she laughed, and I joined her.
“Sure, let’s go.” I closed the door behind me, making sure Camilla didn’t see the mess I had made.
“So, what do you want to eat?” she asked as we descended the stairs.
“I was thinking of having a drink. Do you have a bar here?” I asked, and she hesitated for a moment.
“You want to get drunk at 9 AM, Ella!?” she asked, shocked.
“Yes. Don’t worry, you don’t need to stay with me. I just need some time to think. I won’t get too drunk, I promise.” I lied.
What was the whole point o
