Episode 4

It seemed like Burak was telling the truth, but if it wasn't him who paid this woman to do this, it had to be someone who has access to my house, because, with all the security I have, it's impossible for someone to enter here unseen.

Could it be one of my enemies? And if it's none of that and she's just someone who lost her mind? And, even then, how did she get in here? There were many unanswered questions, and the only way to clarify everything would be to look at the security cameras in the house.

"Stay there and don't move," I said to her, who gave me a dirty look but obeyed.

I sat down and searched through all the recordings since yesterday at one o'clock. And, after watching and reviewing all the footage, there was no sign of this woman in the videos, absolutely nothing!

The sound came on high, startling me and Burak, and when we went into the living room to see what had happened, the crazy woman was crouched behind the sofa and the remote control was on the floor. When she saw me, she ran and hid behind me.

"What kind of animal is that?" she asked, frightened.

Burak took the remote and turned down the TV volume.

"It's not an animal, it's just the sound of the movie that's playing on the television, right there." I pointed to the TV.

"Why are you saying things I don't understand? How are these people inside that thing?" she asked, approaching the television and looking at it curiously.

I'm starting to think this woman really is crazy.

"They're not really in there, it's a recording."

"Now I understand even less," she says, and I can see I'm going crazy.

Burak seems to be having a lot of fun with my situation.

"It's already clear that I have nothing to do with this story, so, Osman, my friend, stay there with your new friend, I have a yacht trip with some wonderful women," Burak says ironically.

"Don't go, you need to help me find this woman's family," I said.

"My only family is my father, the king of Sardinia, and I'm not going back there. You can let me go, I'll manage," she says.

"After that, I really have to go," Burak says, and runs off before I can say anything.

I'm thinking whether to call the police or take this girl to the hospital. I really, for once, don't know what to do. What she says sounds completely crazy; first, because there's no other place besides Earth capable of supporting life.

"Look, let's have something to eat and then we'll see what we're going to do. The world out there is dangerous, and I can't let a young lady in your condition go out alone."

"What condition?"

"Let's have breakfast!" I said, ignoring the question to avoid another discussion with her.

While she ate, I watched her surreptitiously: the elegance with which she held the fork, the delicate way she cut the pancake and how she held the cup, demonstrating that she was someone who was very well taught to behave at the table. It was as if I was actually having coffee with someone from royalty.

"Do you always watch people eat? That's a bit rude," she says.

"I don't usually do that, but it's strange to have a woman in my house, sitting at my table, eating so delicately."

"Don't other women come here?"

"Only the ones who work here."

"Your castle is very strange. Actually, everything in this kingdom is strange." Here she goes with her craziness again.

"It's not a castle, nor a kingdom. You are in a house, to be more precise, a mansion."

"I see, so you're a commoner," she says, and I can't help but start laughing. I give up!

"I don't see the humor in my words," she says, looking at me seriously.

I'm watching her and she really is beautiful, it feels like I'm watching a period movie, where a princess is having her breakfast.

I need to help her find her family. She is a very beautiful young woman, her hair is well cared for and, from her behavior, she must certainly be someone from high society.

"Look, I'm not going to send you away, because I'm a gentleman and I know you have no idea how to get back to your home. I'm going to take you to a doctor who's a great friend of mine; he's going to examine you."

"I'm not sick, I'm fine."

"I know you're not sick. But, being in another kingdom, you may have caught some virus and not yet shown any symptoms," I said, doing the same thing I do with my mother when she is delusional and I need to convince her of something.

I left her having breakfast and went to call a personal stylist friend.

"Silla, send all the looks in sizes S and M to my house, casual clothes, long and short dresses."

"As you wish. In about thirty, forty minutes everything will be there. But just out of curiosity: why all these women's clothes, huh?"

"It's for me. I discovered I'm a woman and I'm going to wear these clothes that are probably three sizes too small for me," I say sarcastically.

"I get it, you big oaf!"

"I want everything here in forty minutes."

"It will be there."

After hanging up the phone, I go back to the kitchen and see a hilarious scene. Taya is taking her hand in and out of the fridge.

"And you've never seen a refrigerator either?" I ask, and she gets scared.

"This thing is as cold as the Sardinian winter. How can you keep winter inside this thing?"

Until I find this girl's family, I'm sure I'll be as crazy as she is.

"Winter is not kept in there. It's a small piece and the rest of the mechanism makes this object called a refrigerator cold like winter. The refrigerator is used to store and preserve food that would spoil at room temperature, like meats, fruits and vegetables. It is also used to chill drinks, like juice and water."

"Does the water get as cold as the lakes in winter?"

"Yes."

I go over to her, take a bottle of mineral water and give it to her. She drinks the water in one gulp and then puts her hand to her head, which starts to ache from the water being so cold.

"Wow! The refrigerator is a splendid thing! If Asnam saw the refrigerator, he would be as surprised as I am."

I confess that it's been a long time since I laughed as much as I'm laughing today. I wonder what happened to her that made her forget everything like this. I hope to find out as soon as possible. I'm not used to taking on this kind of responsibility; my contact with women is usually me taking off their panties with no strings attached, with encounters that go no further than the present moment, then it's goodbye and never again.

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