Nicholas and Isabella’s arrival is not what she expected lest. As to what her mind had inside her head, she’ll expect his aunt Izora, crossing her arms at the entrance and would scold him for being gone over a week. But, no.
Instead, she found herself blown away in astonishment watching those maidservants–if Nicholas may call them- lined up and greeting the duke upon his arrival. And to her surprise, no one took the courage to watch them pass, as all of their eyes were set on the marbled-polished floor, with their heads down.
No Izora’s presence, and not even the slightest of her shadow. Perhaps it was why Isabella stumbled upon the panoramic–airy window while she hovered down the bustling night city of Florence.
Without any worries, her eyes landed openly on the magnificent view befor
