TWENTY- FOUR HOURS TO Isabella X Leonardo’s WEDDING.
LEONARDO’S POV.
Flashback.
I woke up on a strange bed and move my head over my bed in hopes that the escort I saw in my dream was true. It really felt like my Brie. My hand moves over the cold empty space on the bed and I open my eyes in hopes that she might just be sitting right across the bed, but maybe perhaps it is really a dream and she is no where to be found.
Why was the hotel in a black out? I am sure that wasn’t part of the dream. I get off the bed as memories of her kissing me with her tears staining my face and even if I felt intoxicated in the dream it felt so much like the mother of my missing daughter.
Mari!
I get off the bed and move fast for the bathroom in hopes that there will be a new toothbrush because that is h
