ELENA

“You look… different,” she said, her expression unimpressed as she finally reached me. Maria was long gone, leaving just the two of us standing alone in the hallway.

Is Alessandro aware that someone's here to see him? What business could she possibly have that she’d come all the way to the house?

“Different? What do you mean?” I asked. I have a feeling we wouldn't get along.

She smirked, crossing her arms over her chest. “You know.. not his type. I had no idea his taste had changed. But then again, maybe he’s just trying out different flavors. Must be bored of the same thing.”

Her words hit harder...