Giulia's POVI walked out of my room to the dining room. Don Antonio had instructed that I join him for lunch.This was my first year here and I still didn't understand why he kept asking me to join him for meals.I thought slaves ate in the kitchen or where? If I wasn't a slave, then what was I? Maybe I was a doomed captive.Yes, a doomed captive I was. Don Antonio didn't cease to frustrate me every passing day. He never ran out of ideas on terrible things to do to me.Neither Lorenzo nor Sophia were helping matters.Even though I made his tea perfectly, he still found a way to frustrate me, I still sold drugs, I still danced naked, I cleaned his room, washed his robes, yet he still invited me to the…“Oh my God! I'm so sorry” I pleaded. I had bumped into Don Antonio while I was lost in thoughts.I thought he was supposed to be at the table. I wasn't late.He didn't say anything, he just folded his hands behind him and looked at me.“I'm so, so sorry master,” I said again.“It's okay
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