I walked out of my room, feeling refreshed after a warm shower. Ever since Lorenzo walked out he hadn't been back and weirdly I didn't care.
My stomach rumbled, reminding me I had skipped lunch in the office, too busy searching for ways to weaken Domenico's hold on me.
As I made my way downstairs, the aroma of freshly cooked food wafted up, making my stomach growl with hunger.
"Finally!" Lucio's cheery voice greeted me with a warm smile as I entered the dining room.
"Belle, I have prepared your dinner," I returned his smile, feeling a sense of gratitude towards him. "Grazie, Lucio. Thanks for always coming through."
As I sat down to eat, he helped me serve and then sat beside me, "Hmmm… delicious you are such a great cook." I praised scooping the food down my throat.
"Belle, what happened between Uncle and Marcello? They seemed to be in a heated argument earlier," he asked and I cleared my throat at this.
