Chapter 9. A New Place

Aurora’s POV

Seeing Matteo protect me last night, with his teeth clenched in anger and his muscles flexing visibly from his black dress shirt, I felt a natural sense of belonging. My mind scowled at the thought that I was enjoying Matteo's attention but my heart clamored for it.

I stretched under my covers and sat up, fluttering my eyelids. My gaze darted towards the clock which showed that it was past 8am.

I scrambled away from the covers and tossed on my night robe. Breakfast was supposed to be ready before 7am, but thanks to Matteo I was late.

For a strange reason, I wasn't scared of what Matteo or his brother would say, rather my heart thudded in anticipation of what Ginevra would do. Her deep glare and scathing look was scary enough to make a sinner repent. I wondered how Ilaria coped with her before I came.

Surprised washed over me when I climbed quickly down the stairs, gripping the rail for support as I got to the last row to meet the table set.