CHAPTER 144
KATYA POV
Night had already settled over the house by the time I stopped pretending I was doing anything other than hiding.
I'd locked myself in my room the moment I escaped Marina—the bump, the glare she gave me, the way she looked at me like I was dirt on her designer shoes.
I kept replaying it, even though I hated that I cared at all. I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the door like it might swing open any second.
It didn't. No one had asked for me. No one had come looking. Not that I expected them to—but the silence still pressed against me in a way I didn't like.
When I left Nonna's room earlier, she hadn't exactly asked where I was going. For a moment I thought she might call me back, or tell me to stay, or… something.
But she didn't. Maybe she didn't notice. Maybe she did and didn't care.
Miss Stella hadn't come knocking either—probably too busy coordinating whatever needed to be perfect in this ridiculously large house.
