Captive Princess (Sophia) novel Chapter 3

Isabella stood at the bottom of the stairs in a simple white dress, the picture of fragile innocence.

She spotted me, and a brilliant smile spread across her face. “You must be Sophia. I’m Isabella. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

I didn’t answer, just stared down at her.

Don Romano emerged from the living room. Seeing Isabella, a rare look of paternal affection crossed his features.

“Isabella, you must be tired from your journey. Have Sophia show you to your room.”

“Thank you, Uncle Romano,” Isabella replied sweetly.

“Take Sophia’s room. It gets the best light, perfect for your recovery,” Don Romano announced.

I turned to him. “My room?”

“From now on, it’s Isabella’s room. You can move to the third floor. There’s an empty guest room up there.”

“I know.” I pulled the door open. “I’ll be at the wedding to fulfill our agreement.”

The door slammed shut behind me. I drove away from the Romano estate without a second glance.

My first stop was the most expensive hotel in Manhattan—The Plaza.

“I’d like your most expensive suite,” I told the concierge.