Isabella

I squealed as soon as Alessandro nodded his head in approval. Instantly, I pulled Paula into my room and shoved a random pair of t-shirt and jeans at her.

"I don't think your jeans would fit me," she said. I grabbed a pair of leggings instead, which she accepted.

"You have five minutes," I told her as I walked into the shower. "That's not even enough to wash my face," she protested, but I wasn't interested. After all, I was already inside the bathroom and closing the door as I pointed at her.

"Five minutes," I repeated with my eyes wide so she could get the message.

Taking a...