Twenty Two
Dante
It is one in the night and I have arrive in Rome for a business trip. I am going to spend the night in one of the hotels because my first meeting is there tomorrow at seven in the morning. Something tells me that I should have informed Isabella about my trip and how I wouldn't be around for three days, but another part of me tells me that I just did the right thing not telling her. My business ventures and my destination are all none of her business. She said that too last time, even though she acted against it almost immediately.
Maybe it should be better off this way so she won't plan on being naughty while I am away.