Nina “I can’t lie to you any longer. I’ll tell you everything, Nina.” As Enzo spoke, I felt a combination of dread and relief take over me. I didn’t want to believe that my husband might have cheated on me, but the signs all pointed to it. And yet, something told me to hear him out, because
Enzo The night air was slightly chilly as I stepped outside, a welcome reprieve after the stuffiness of the bedroom. As I made my way toward the sprawling gardens that lined the surrounding area, Nina’s words echoed in my mind. “This is not your burden to bear,” she had said. “You don’t h
Nina My eyes fluttered open in the dimly lit room as I heard the soft creaking of the bedroom door. A sliver of moonlight spilled in, revealing Enzo’s silhouette as he quietly made his way back into bed. He moved slowly and cautiously, clearly not wanting to wake me up, but I was already awake.
Nina The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the bedroom. I blinked my eyes open, feeling the familiar weight of Enzo’s arms wrapped around me. His breath was slow and steady against the back of my neck, a comforting presence that never failed to soothe me.
Nina After I had some tea and toast for breakfast, Enzo was busy with preparing for his upcoming phone calls and my mother was nowhere to be found, so I decided to take a walk around the mansion grounds in search of the perfect stone or flower for the upcoming Moon Goddess Festival. As I headed
Nina As Tyler and I sat in the kitchen indulging in some ice cream and swapping horrible ex-boyfriend and ex-girlfriend stories, I finally caught sight of my mother for the first time all day. Her hair was a bit frazzled as she carried a box in her arms, and I could tell just from looking at her t
As I started helping, my mother introduced me to some of the servants, who were diligently working to make everything perfect for the festival. One of them, in particular, caught my attention. “Nina, this is Polly,” my mother said, gesturing to a young woman with a friendly smile. “She started wor
Enzo I paced back and forth in our bedroom, my thoughts a jumbled mess. The weight of the phone in my hand felt heavier with each passing moment. I had rehearsed the conversation with Tim a dozen times in my head, but every version seemed inadequate. “What do you want, Enzo?” I muttered to mysel