Chapter 11: Isabella

Madness.

After watching Lorenzo with his men from the moment we touched down once again in New York, I realised that he's mega-rich. Powerful, handsome, and rich.

What would usually kill my bank balance for one flight? I have managed to do several in the same 4 months, and boy does it feel weird to be back here again.

January is all about the snow and cold weather, and my coat barely warms me up at home, let alone out here. Walking through his mansion once again and looking at how bare it is without people mingling except the people who work or live here, I'm greeted by some woman who looks to be in her late 40's or maybe early 50's.

"Signor Moretti, Benvenuto, Benvenuto," she says, which I can't understand a single f*ck*ng word of, but there we go.

"Good evening, Louisa. This is Isabella and she will be staying with us for a while"

The woman turns her attention back to me, and once everyone but Lorenzo has disappeared to their rooms, she finally gives me a sad look.

"You hungry, dear