Master of Her Sins
“This is Signorina Bela. She is my special guest, and her comfort is your top priority.”
Signora Rosa looked at me. There was no cold disgust in her eyes. There was no sharp sneer or cruel judgment. She looked at my pale face and scarred wrists with deep, motherly sympathy.
“It is a pleasure to meet you, Signorina Bela,” Rosa said softly.
“Rosa,” Alejandro commanded gently, turning to the older woman. “Prepare the master guest suite upstairs immediately. Have the girls prepare a hot bath with lavender oils, bring a tray of light soup, and find soft silk clothes for her to rest in.”