*Sophia’s POV*

"Wake up, bella," a deep voice pulled me from a wonderful dream.

I stretched out my body, feeling the coolness of the satin sheets against my skin. I cocooned myself in them, burying my head and letting the soft fabric engulf me.

"No, no, no," the voice whispered, "You have to get up. My father will kill me if I keep you from working."

Jacopo. My eyes flew open, and I woke with a start. The blanket slipped off my body, leaving me ...