calmly spreading butter on his toast, seemingly unfazed by my lack of enthusiasm. Matteo, on the other hand, waltzed in with his usual nonchalant attitude, making a beeline for my jam-covered toas

ween us. Giovanni paused, his hand frozen mid-air with the butte

n a brief tour to Italy." He explained casually, taking a bite from his toast before continui

ave him a mocking laugh and then he added, "That sounds like a great idea, Bella." Though his words were laced with a hint of somethi

across. "But I don't want to go," I protested, my mouth still half-full. Swallowing hastily, I turned to Alessandro

my chair, staring down at my half-eaten toast with a mix of frustration and resignation. It seemed that no matter how hard I tried, I was always destined to be the troublemaker, the wild

ate you for this, Alessandro." I muttered under my breath though I know he could hear me loud and clearly. Despite

ghtening in my chest. Then there was Matteo, that insufferable grin plastered across his face. "Finally, we will have some peace." He declared, taking a s

pproached me with a gentle hug and a warm smile. "Take care and enjoy." She insisted, her words ri

controlling every aspect of my life? Couldn't they see that I was perfectly capable of making my own decisions? But deep down, I kne

arm, but for me, it was nothing more than a prison, a reminder of the life I was forced to live. But perhaps, just perha

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