His eyes never even opened, like he genuinely had no intention of waking up anytime soon. Meanwhile Daniella looked moments away from losing her mind completely.
She stared at him in disbelief. How could someone sound so calm while casually ruining another person's mental stability before breakfast?
"Stay in bed?" she repeated. "While your entire family is downstairs?"
Santiago gave the faintest hum of acknowledgment from the bed, completely unhelpful.
Daniella looked around the enormous bedroom again, now fully realizing just how trapped she currently was. The room was massive, luxurious, intimidating—and absolutely useless to her because she could not find a single piece of clothing anywhere. Not even a robe.
The children had vanished downstairs. Mateo and Dante were gone. And Santiago looked dangerously comfortable lying there while she spiraled internally.
"You brought me here without even preparing clothes?" she asked incredulously.
