After a long morning filled with shopping, ice cream, and quiet joy, Isabella returned home, practically glowing. The sun had risen high into the afternoon sky, casting golden light over the marble floors as she stepped inside the villa.
Her arms were full of shopping bags, but the guards politely stepped forward to carry them without her asking. She walked ahead with a soft bounce in her steps, humming to herself as if the entire world was finally a little brighter.
Without hesitation, she headed straight to the third floor.
The forbidden floor.
According to the marriage contract, she wasn't supposed to step foot up here but well… Leonardo did bring her to his room yesterday, didn't he?
So technically… the rule didn't count anymore.
That was how she justified it as she tiptoed her way up the stairs.
