Twenty Four

Isabella

Dante paces to the window and draws back the curtains. Oh, I didn't know it was this late. There is a knock at the door and a decent comes in with a jug of freshly blended juice followed by another with a try of food. Dante tells them to place them on a table in front of the sofas and they leave. Dante goes ahead to pours some juice into the glass.

"Get out of that bed right now and have something to eat. I am not having your excuses tonight, so don't act so victimized by the situation. You should know you are not the only one who is angry, Isabella. You tried to escape when I had warned you not to. What were you thinking, running around the streets in the dead of the night all by yourself? What if something had happened to you? Dio non lo voglia, Isabella! I wouldn't be able to live if anything bad had happened to you," he says. For a moment I want to believe him but the hatred I feel for him right now overshadows my stupidity.