Neglected Limits

28| Different

Bianca

"How are you feeling?" I asked Maria, who entered my room quietly.

"Better." She said giving me a smile, but it did nothing to reassure me. 

I sighed. "Maria if is there something you're still hiding from me?" I asked shutting my laptop and placing it next to me, in bed.

She shook her head twice, going into the closet to take the laundry. I hadn't had the chance to personally talk to her since the attack broke out, but I'd thought it would be helpful to give her some space. After all, if Laila had threatened Maria's son, which she adored with all her heart, it definitely had to have shaken her.

But she wouldn't say anything even after days of space. She walked out of the closet and went into the bathroom.

I needed to deal with Laila as well, perhaps pay her back for her failed try on doing the Cognata dance in my place. Except I won't be able to do anything about it until after the trip to Felsont.

I scoffed to myself. The more I wanted to stay away from the ice block, the more difficult it was getting. He was dangerous. He made me lose control of myself, which already I had very less of. All I wanted to do was either kill him or get rid of him, I couldn't handle it anymore.

Maria got out her cleaning supplies, starting to dust and wipe my tables. I bit my lip in frustration. She was going to take time before I asked her anymore about the heels.

"I'm sure you know I need a packed suitcase by Tuesday?" I asked her. She gave me a silent nod. "For this trip, just pack all my training wear and a few nights clothes. I won't be needing anything fancy."

She turned to the long mirror, her eyes focused on the task. "I've already been given instructions for your packing."

I raised my eyebrow. That was interesting. "From who?" I asked.

"From one of the private men." She replied.

"Can I see the list?" I asked her. She continued wiping. "I'm told to not tell you."

I chewed on my lip. Knowing her mental state right now, I didn't want her to go against orders because of me, especially with her thinking her son was at risk right now.

"Alright, just have my suitcase ready the night before." I said getting up and walking out of my room.

***

I walked past Gabriella's room, before I traced my steps back, and knocked on her door.

"Come in." She answered.

I turned the knob and shut the door behind me. Gabriella sat on her couch, painting another canvas. The strong scent of the paint got me a little dizzy before I got used to it.

"You okay?" I asked opposite her on a stool.

Her eyes stayed on the painting. "Yeah, just painting."

The last time I'd talked to Gabriella was the day after the attack, she was perfectly fine thankfully. I hadn't gotten much time after that to say anything to her, with her being dragged from one problem to the other, with the wedding arrangements.

"How are your feet?" Gabi asked, her focused solely on the painting.

I sighed, knowing I had a few bruises on the heels of my feet. "The pain is less than last night." I replied before pausing. "Wait, how do you know about my feet?" I asked.

Gabi's brush strokes stopped and she looked at me. I waited for an answer, as she cleared her throat.

"Um, I heard Diego talking about it." She said before going back to her painting.