Chapter 23

Isabella’s POV I bit my bottom lip hard, teeth almost digging in my bottom lip as I sat on the bed thinking about what I had dreamed about. The remnants of that stupid dream lingered in my head like a cigarette smoke—choking me. My heart was pounding inside my chest. My hands are sweating bullets. I could understand if I dream about him and me having sex, but that dream? Really? Me and Matteo, getting married? I must’ve lost it! “Crazy girl…” I whispered to myself and got off the bed. I slipped my feet into my slippers as I grabbed a robe to cover myself. I should go and clear my head. I found myself in the pool area. It was dark, but the moonlight is enough to give me light. I sat at the side of the pool, letting the water soak my feet as I looked at the dark sky. Stars spread like a thousand wishes thrown at the universe. I couldn’t imagine how many people dream and wish every day. I bet the one listening is always panicking because of desperate wishes. “I prefer swimming alone.” “Ah