Mentality of The Heart

CHAPTER 14

3rd Person's POV

Alice was in her room, sprawled on her bed like a jellyfish.

She had stayed up all night piecing every bit of information she got on Alexander's condition.

It was currently 9 am in the morning when her phone's ringtone abruptly woke her up.

"Argh, who's calling me so early in the morning" she groaned as she picked her phone up without looking at the caller ID.

"Whoever you are better have a valid reason for ruining my sleep" she snapped.

The line was quiet for a second before a voice spoke,

"What will you do, farfalla?" That voice. Alice quickly checked the caller ID, but the number was unknown, though she knew the person on the other side.

"Oh, s-sorry I didn't know it was you" She immediately sat up, and sleep wholly vanished from her fatigued body.

Alexander chuckled lightly, making her cheeks heat in embarrassment.

Bad Alice, bad!

"You've got a feisty side. I like it" She could virtually hear his smirk, making her cheeks heat even more.

"Anyway, I'm sorry to disturb your sleep, but I have something important to tell you," He said, all signs of mischievousness were gone.

Her brows furrowed in slight worry.

"I know it's such short notice, but you and Amore will have to come to Italy. You both should be at the airport within the next hour, the private jet is waiting for you.

I don't have enough time, don't ask questions, I will explain everything to you when you arrive, I have to go now. Be safe." And with that, he cut the call.

What in the world just happened?

Alice's POV

After Alexander had cut the call, I immediately started packing. So many questions ran through my head. And why the sudden trip to Italy?

In the process of packing, Amore had barged into my room fully ready with her suitcases.

Was I the last person to be informed?

"You're not yet ready?!" She gasped, quickly coming to my side.

"I was told on 'such short notice' " I said sarcastically and rolled my eyes.

"We'll be late if you pack at this rate. Here, I'll finish up while you go take a shower, you look like a hot mess" she laughed, I turned to face the mirror and was mortified by my reflection.

I quickly rushed to the bathroom, almost tripping on my feet as Amore laughed her ass off.

Brat

~An Hour Later~

When I say, I showered and got ready at the speed of light, I'm not exaggerating.

We're finally at the airport, where a man is leading us towards the Isle going to the private jet.

You'd think me being a renowned psychiatrist at my age would be flaunting my wealth and all, but no. I'm an elementary person, I love to live my private life in the shadows without distraction.

Hence, the utter shock that crosses my face when we enter the jet.

The jet is of exemplary luxury, with dark charcoal gray leather seats big enough to fit two people.

Resting bays at the back have wide spaces so that you won't feel claustrophobic when you sleep.

"Wow" is all I can manage to say. Amore snaps her fingers in front of my awestruck face, giggling.