Sofia

A soft knock on the bedroom door finally pulled me from the deepest sleep I had experienced in years. My body was completely relaxed, the lingering tension from the confrontation with Luca finally subdued by the absurd luxury of his bed.

"Come in," I called out groggily, it was the same maid from the day before. She gave a small, polite smile. "Good morning, Miss Sofia. Breakfast is ready, and if you'd like, I can draw a fresh bath for you while you wake up."

"Oh, thank you," I ...