Fifty Eight

Isabella

When I am done with my appointment at the hospital, I am driven directly to the estate. I am bored out of my mind with the pair of grim bodyguards who keep doing things like they are programmed robots. They don't talk. At all. What did I expect? The security at home at least keeps saying "Signorina" "Your ride is ready, Signorina" and "Let me help you with that" But these just do things swiftly without a sound. I understand that Dante only hires ex-army. I am this bored to notice. I am tempted to cause some kind of chaos to see if they will give a distinguished reaction, but I don't have the energy. Maybe it would have been a lot more fun if Dante had come along.

When we pull into the driveway, something catches my attention.

There is a woman next to him. She looks familiar. When the realization strikes me, I am paralyzed in my seat. Her tall elegant frame can not be mistaken in her denim jeans and white top with black heels and that hair- fuck!