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Waking up the next morning under the heavy, black duvet, I didn't have the feeling of relaxation like my previous nights at Leonardo's house.

The actions of the previous day had come to slap me when I woke. The running around, dancing, just simply moving had weighed down on me. I hadn't even done by evening stretches before sleeping. I groaned as I woke up and stretched, expecting to feel Amalia next to me. It was a struggle to get her to sleep.

Iris had saved me. If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't have been able to take care of Amalia properly, she even gave me advice on how to get her to sleep.

Frowning, I noticed I was in bed alone. I rubbed my eyes for a moment and pushed my hair away from my face with a yawn. I made the bed and opened the windows slightly to let some fresh air into the bedroom.

After showering and brushing my teeth I settled with wearing a ruched, cami black dress that had thin straps with some patterned sheer tights. I finished putting on my makeup, sprayed perfume and put all the things away to keep the place tidy.

As I headed downstairs, my cream coloured slippers clacked against the floor. The apartment was silent and clean as usual and I assumed Amalia had probably gone home which made me feel slightly sad since I didn't get the chance to say goodbye.

With another yawn, I searched for Leonardo. He wasn't home when I went to bed, making me question if he was safe and well.

I heard the sound of his deep voice coming from his office. I hadn't yet been inside it since I avoided places I didn't need to necessarily go to. The place was small but I hadn't had the chance to explore it fully. Following the his voice, I recognised that he was speaking Italian. He sounded so attractive that I almost didn't pay attention to what he was saying.

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