INAMORATA: Before Our Heaven Turns To Hell

Chapter Eight - Little Conversations

My rumbling stomach woke me up and I had to oblige. I slowly moved into a sitting position as I rubbed my eyes. When I was fully awake, my heart sank at the sight. It wasn't a dream. I'm still here.

I sighed then I realized I'm still wearing the gown from last night. This red gown reminds me of a lot of things and mostly it was Daniele and his kisses. Feeling agitated, I went to the door that was supposed to be the bathroom.

My mouth gaped open as I let my eyes roam around the room. I thought wrong because it was a large walk-in closet that has an adjoining door to the bathroom. And inside the bathroom was another locked door that leads to another room.

The walk-in closet's white-painted drawers and cabinets stood out and at the middle of the room was a floor-to-ceiling mirror. I checked every drawer on the left and saw that its contents varied from sunglasses, ties, handkerchiefs, polos, pants, inner garments, and other stuff that belonged to Daniele.

I rolled my eyes as I slammed the last drawer close. I went to check the ones on the right and my eyes widened at what I found. This side of the closet was solely dedicated to me. It was filled with formal and casual wear, varying from dresses to shorts, pants, underwear, and other necessary things to make myself look presentable. There were also make-up, perfume, hair accessories, and jewelry. It was more complete than my personal stash back home. It was everything a woman desires.

I can't help but feel excited to try everything out. When all of a sudden, my eyes landed on a small note stuck on one of the cabinets' doors.

❧❃❧

Change into whatever you're comfortable with. You can't wear that gown forever.

Daniele

❧❃❧

That was what it said. Even though the penmanship was impressive, I grabbed the note off the cabinet, crumpled it then threw it away at the small trash bin hidden on the side.

I opened one of the larger cabinets then I checked the different clothes. A simple sleeved white shirt caught my eye. I decided that it's the one so I took it off from the hanger. I also chose a pair of silver beautiful flats and black pants. I arranged them neatly above the drawer's table then I went to the bathroom.

After taking the longest shower of my life, I finally got into my new clothes and shoes then I brushed my hair. I checked myself and felt satisfied that my swollen eyes have returned back to normal. I went to the door but stopped when my hand landed on the knob. How am I supposed to act? Am I supposed to act like nothing happened?

Maybe I should just stay mad at him then he'll feel guilty and let me go?

I slapped myself mentally. As if he'll let me go now when he already made it clear last night. This is hopeless. I decided to just get it over with so I turned the knob and opened the door.

The smell of bacon and eggs greeted my nostrils. My stomach growled at the scent. I licked my dried lips then I headed towards the delicious scent. I ended up in a beautiful kitchen and there he was, in a black robe, cooking on the stove with a spatula in hand. He must have felt my presence because he turned around.

"Good morning, Rosalie." He beamed, his sexy morning voice reverberating in my head.

"I... uhm... good morning." I greeted back unconsciously then immediately regretted it. What's wrong with me? He's my kidnapper!

He smiled as he assessed my whole appearance. "You look beautiful." I only looked at him warily.

"You must be hungry. Sit down." He pointed on the mahogany table with his spatula then he turned back to cooking. I sat then I settled my hands in front of me. I let my eyes roam around the kitchen and I observed that the counter was lined with wine glasses all facing down and at the end of it were four Italian wine bottles.