41. MY PRINCIPESSA

It felt like it was the first time we would be sharing a room. The house was bubbling with chatter even as we all retired to our rooms. I felt guilty that I had not checked if Irya was good with her room but seeing Salvatore hold her hand so possessively as he walked her to her room had my heart skip so many beats. She seemed to be on her own cloud of happiness.

Elio opened the door to his room which was dark and I was not surprised. It seemed younger Elio was good at expressing the darkness in him. Everything was elegant, luxurious, and black. The room seemed like the grim reaper’s tomb. There was little to no furniture and that which was present looked like something from a vampire’s lure.

“Wait here, let me get something.”

I quickly ran to my room. I grabbed what I needed and ran back to stop at the slightly opened door.

“Where are you? Close your eyes!” I slowly pushed the door in to peak my head. Elio stood by the bed, busy with his phone while his back was to me. I bit my lo