Luciano knocked on Isadora's door before he opened it and entered the room.
She was laid on the bed in a ball, her face buried under a pillow.
He walked over to the bed, and sat down next to her.
"Hey, it's me."
Silence ensued, and he took it upon himself to correct that.
His hand went to her back, where his palm spread.
"I know you were afraid today. I'm sorry for putting you in that position. But we've always been able to be sincere with each other, right? So tell me what you're thinking."
Those words did the trick. Her body began to move.
He pulled off his hand, giving her the freedom to sit-up.
"Valentina is mad at me. I didn't mean for that to happen." She burst into tears.
"Hey," he pulled her into his body. "She's not mad at you. Upset and initially afraid? Maybe. But I'm certain she's not mad at you. Stop crying please."
