chapter forty-seven

ALESSANDRO’S POV

Like I expected, Isabella didn’t join us for breakfast the next morning after her drunk act. I could imagine her hitting her head on the wall the moment the scene of the night get clear in her head.

How could she even let herself drink when even a mere sip is enough to get her drunk.

“She was cute though...” a thought popped up in my head. I could still imagine her saying those words. I shook my head to push the thoughts away.

“Let her be...” I stopped Dominique from going to bring her to the dining for breakfast.

She would have to feel awkward if she came. “Take some food to her, Mattia...”

The whole day and the next, she completely avoided me. Then one morning, she suddenly busted into my room as I was stepping out of the washroom.

For seconds she stood dazed without saying a word but when she finally jerked back to the moment, she said to me the words I had feared to hear again. I thought she had come to apologize for the night but she had come to confess her feel