The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a golden hue across the grand bedroom. Isabella stirred in bed, her eyes heavy with exhaustion. She had spent the night tossing and turning, her thoughts consumed by Enrico.
For the first time, she had hoped he would come to bed, so they could talk more about everything. But he hadn’t. The hours had dragged on in silence, and when the dawn broke, it was not Enrico who greeted her, but a maid who softly informed her that her bags were packed, and the car was ready.
Isabella sat up slowly, the words sinking in like stones in water. This was really happening. She was leaving. A mix of emotions flooded her chest, none of them comforting.
It felt rushed.
She ran her hands over her face, smoothing the worry lines that had formed on her
