It’s two days since the incident at the palace.
Seated behind her kitchen table, Isabella moped at her dinner; a ‘salata baladi and ‘sayadiya rice’ which she had ordered from a nearby restaurant. Although she had tried for the past two days to repress the images of the feudal lord from coming up in her head, in her heart, but now they finally found their way in. She began to envision his face in her plate and glass of water; talking, smiling, kissing and discarding her like he had done in his office.
Tears came rolling down her face.
Ella was afraid; if this was a test, she had failed woefully. She had given herself to him without any resistance, and he had in return treated her like trash. Oh! -but why was she still feeling warm towards him, even after the way he had treated her in hi
