Chapter Fifty Five

Trina winced when she woke up the next morning, every part of her hurt but she would not stay in bed she managed to shower and put on a mint green linen suit, it was loose and cool and hid most of her bruises. Limping she headed down to the dining room her stomach rumbling with hunger, everything stopped when she walked into the room. They all turned to look at her and she blushed delicately unsure of what they would do or say to her and it was Gino who came to her rescue,

‘Buongiorno piccola farfallina, non ti aspettavamo per colazione, siediti qui accanto a me. Lascia che ti porti del cibo.’ [Good morning little farfallina, we did not expect you for breakfast, sit here next to me. Let me get you some food.]

Trina gratefully smiled at him; he was the Italian version of Anthony and she was grateful that he cared. She sat beside him nibbling on a piece of toast the effort of getting to the Dining Room had taken away her appetite. He piled food on her plate and she smiled at him then sh