It was close to dinner, and I had yet to see the man who was supposed to be my husband. I was trying to decide whether he was a workaholic or was just avoiding me since he knew I was supposed to be here today, seeing as he was the one who sent the movers.

After that delicious lunch I had in the kitchen with Lorenzo, I came back to my room, and I have been here ever since, with my only companion being my phone, which I was already getting bored with.

I was considering going down for dinner, ...