Chapter 18

• Arabella
• I groaned out loud as I tossed from side to side on my bed. My eyelids fluttered open, and I let out a sigh of frustration. It was yet another morning. This wasn’t the bed I woke up on - my bed was a large queen size, and the sheets were comfy.
• The room was the perfect temperature, and yet I struggled with sleeping every night. There was a lot on my mind. Don Corleone. It had been weeks since the charity gala, and I was yet to hear a word from him.