/Eliana's POV/
After the conversation I had with Riccardo, I felt relieved. At least he doesn't know about Bella. But at the same time, I was a little upset. I mean, that video was meant for him to see.
"Ellie," Paula shook me, bringing me back from my thoughts.
"What?"
"You seem lost. Is everything okay?" she sat beside me.
"Yeah, I was just worried about your trial," I shrugged.
"Stop worrying about me and tell me how you got in," she put her leg on the bed as she faced me.
"I'll tell you once we're out," I tapped her shoulders, "What is this?" I was about to take the plastic bag she was holding.
"Nothing," she snatched it from me. "How did you end up in here?"
"What do you mean?"
"Don't act dumb,"
"I have people," I smiled at her
"You shouldn't have come, Ellie. Who is going to take care of Bella and Marco?"
"They have a father,"
"Still. . ." she sighed, "By the way, did you talk to her after that?"
"No," I rubbed my face, "She—"
