Alessia's POV.

It felt weird trying to adjust to the new house. I mean, I loved the environment; I spent most of my time in the garden, but I noticed Dante has been keeping an eye on me. I could feel his eyes on me anytime I was in the garden, but whenever I turned around and looked up at the balcony, no one was there.

Had he gotten under my skin so bad that I was now imagining things?

Gabriella, on the other hand, has been an awesome host. She cooks three square meals a day and would usually invite me over to help out in the kitchen. Most of the time, I don't end up doing anything; I just engage in some light conversations with her.

Dante stuck to his study and room like glue. He never came downstairs, not even for dinner. Gabriella usually had to take his food upstairs, and even though our rooms were directly beside each other, I couldn't hear a single word from him. It was as if no one was next door.

"You'll take his lunch to him today," Gabriella said softly as she sliced up some onions for din