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Angela
Iwokeupwiththe sun’s rays peeping through the slit in the curtains and caressing my face with its warm touch.
Staying here as a live-in nurse for Dante's father for several weeks now, I felt like I had become a part of this lovely home due to the warmth that was given to me by Dante, his sister, and their butler as they welcomed me each day.
Talking to Caterina was lovely as we spoke about her wedding and other things.
It was nice speaking to another woman asides from Jessie.
Don’t get me wrong!
It wasn’t that I no longer liked hanging out with my best friend.
Of course not!
She was my best friend for a reason.
But it had always been me and Jessie. Sometimes, I felt like I was a burden to Jessie, loading her with my problems and preventing her from living her own life.
It was also exciting to leave behind my bubble and explore new relationships.
At first, I thought talking to Caterina would be difficult, but I was mistaken.
She was a very easy person to talk to.
I didn’t know if it was because she was aware of the relationship between myself and Dante that she was so approachable to me or if that was her natural disposition.
Either way, our friendship was steadily growing.
Interacting with Luigi was not the same as interacting with Caterina but it was comfortable.
Despite his age, Luigi was surprisingly easy to talk to.
He was a versatile man with many skills that each time we spoke, I was left dumbfounded.
The more we conversed, the more I could see how much he truly cared for the Cortini family.
It made me wonder what his story was and how he came to work for them.
What happened between him and the Cortini family that inspired such loyalty from the elderly man?
Even Dante’s father was kind and had a grandfatherly aura around him.
I could already picture him with Dominic.
As for Isabella, I tried to stay out of her path, and if I couldn’t, I ensured I was either with Dante, Isabella, or Luigi.
At first, I liked her, but ever since the change in attitude and concealed hostility she had displayed to me the day I confided in Isabella about the problems between myself and her brother, I no longer felt comfortable in her presence.
Until now, I still had no idea what that encounter had been about or what answer she had been digging for, but I wasn’t keen on finding out.
However, each time we saw each other, she always greeted me with a kind smile and made inquiries about how I was finding it in the mansion and whether I was comfortable, and so on.
It was confusing.
On occasions, it made me wonder if I had perhaps dreamt up the whole unconventional situation, but I know I didn’t.
A part of me wondered if it was because she knew there was a history between myself and her son, and that was why she had asked those invasive questions.
