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Yeah, because you didn’t completely melt into a puddle of goo when he kissed you, the cynical voice inside me replies.
Argh!
What to do?
Sofia.
She’d help me figure it out. And she’s been to plenty of clubs and could assist with my makeup.
Happy with my idea, I grab my makeup bag from the bathroom and head toward the wing where Sofia is held. I’ve been taking longer with each food delivery, and I’m sure whoever is monitoring things has figured out I’m talking to her by now.
No one’s said anything yet, though, so I figure it must be okay. They’d have pulled me aside by now for a stern talking to if it weren’t.
Nobody stops me as I walk past the guards patrolling the wing, clearly without food, and head toward the door that keeps Sofia prisoner.
I wonder, for a brief moment, what would happen if she walked out with me.
Would they stop me? Or would they assume I’m taking her somewhere she’s been summoned to? No, surely I wouldn’t get away with that. If she were to go anywhere, it would be under guard.
When I enter the room, Sofia is on the ground, gracefully moving through yoga poses while the television hums quietly in the background. So this is how she’s staying in such enviable shape, despite being locked up for weeks.
“You’ll be giving the security guard monitoring the video feed quite a thrill,” I say as I sit down on the bed.
Sofia gets up from the floor where she was in a pose arching her back as far as it will go, displaying her breasts to full advantage.
She winks at the camera, before turning to me, grinning.
“Gotta make his job a little more enjoyable. Can you imagine how boring it would be to stare at monitors all day?”
“As boring as being locked up inside here,” I reply.
“Well, at least I can watch movies and documentaries all day. Though by now I think I’ve watched pretty much everything.”
She looks at the clock on the wall before sitting down next to me.
“It’s not dinnertime yet. What are you doing here?” she asks with a frown. “Did something happen?”
I jump off the bed and shake out my hands. I’ve got the urge to pace, but this room really is too small.
“Mari?” Sofia asks with a raised brow.
Do I tell her?
Chapter Forty-Three
Mariella
To tell her or not to tell her, that’s the question.
I’m not sure why but something is holding me back. I haven’t told a soul about Mateo’s sudden interest in me.
Even Isa only knows about the guitar, and that was an apology present. I haven’t mentioned to her that I suspect he hides in the garden to listen to me play.
This thing between us has been something just for me.
I fear others will tell me I’m dreaming and making more out of it than it is.
Sofia looks at me expectantly.
