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Once I know the answers to those questions, I can determine my next move. Yes, let’s go with option two. I’m not one to sit around passively.
I step through the still-open glass door onto the balcony. It’s larger than I remember it from last night, but I guess I was too preoccupied to notice anything accurately.
I’m hoping to see something I recognize… something that will give me a clue to where I am.
A stunning view of the ocean in the distance suggests that I’m most likely still in Sicily.
Vast, lush green gardens stretch before me, all open and well-manicured. There’s the occasional small tree here and there, but they’re not large enough to hide behind. Really, there are no spots to hide anywhere, especially not close to the house.
In the far distance, there’s an enormous wall on both sides of the property, and I spot two guards on patrol with dogs following behind.
Hmm, climbing over those walls undetected is not going to happen.
There’s no sign of any other houses or inhabitants. It looks like we’re in the middle of nowhere… a beautiful nowhere, but it’s doubtful anybody can spot me here and come to my rescue.
I turn around and look at the house itself. I seem to be on the upper floor of a two-story mansion. It’s rendered white with a red-tiled roof. I can tell because one section of the house has no upper floor. At a guess, it’s the living area with very high ceilings.
I like high ceilings. To be honest, from the little I’ve seen so far, this house is beautiful… it makes me want to go exploring.
God, have I forgotten I’ve been kidnapped?
Now is not the time to go around and play house. Seriously, I need to get my head examined.
I let out a long breath.
What do I do now?
Chapter Three
Ella
Itakealongshower to let the hot water soothe my frayed nerves and tender muscles. I remembered to lock the door this time so I wouldn’t be interrupted by God knows who.
Wrapping myself in the fluffy bathrobe I found hanging behind the door, I brush my hair and tie it together in a messy bun.
In search of clothes, I head into the walk-in closet, hoping to find my suitcase there. Given my toiletries and makeup were in the bathroom, I’m hopeful my other belongings have survived, too.
I stop in my tracks in the doorway. This closet is the size of my bedroom at home. I stare at it before entering, in awe of what I’m seeing.
There’s no sign of my suitcase, instead there are rows and rows of designer clothing.
Wow!
I feel like I’m in some high-end boutique.
Walking along the shelves, I let my hands wander over the exquisite fabrics. Then I peek into drawers.
Everything is there. Fine lingerie, sexy sleepwear, skimpy swimwear, short and long skirts, blouses and shirts in all colors,sundresses, stunning cocktail gowns, and gorgeous evening dresses. Then there’s also a variety of coats, hats, and sunglasses.
No expense has been spared.
And don’t get me started on the shoe collection. It takes up a significant part of this space. Rhia, my shoe-loving… no, that’s too mild a word, my shoe-obsessed bestie, would lose her ever-loving shit if she saw this collection of expensive heels.
Everything is my size and I’m certain will fit me to perfection. I stand back, stunned, staring at the obsessive lavishness surrounding me.
All of this would have cost a fortune! What a waste of money.
Is my captor, whoever he may be, trying to buy my affection, or even worse, trying to mold me into some sort of Barbie doll?
