Milena's POV
The dinner ended a few minutes ago so I'm back in the study room to prevent talking to them. It won't change anything so I rather sit behind my desk and do the only thing I know best.
Read.
Who knows, Helena might have plans for tomorrow's fitting. After several minutes of reading and no interruption not that I'm expecting one, I have decided to go out to clear my head. Away from my family's drama.
Or maybe I needed someone to talk to but I can't talk to myself. Isabella has chosen to eschew herself from me. I recall standing up for her during her tumultuous days. It wasn't much at least I tried. She's not to blame, if they won't listen to me I doubt they'll listen to her.
I pick up a bunch of keys from my drawer in search of the right car for my mood not that I am going anywhere far with Julian's watchdogs on me. After so much searching I pick a Lamborghini key cos it's fast and I like fast cars.