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CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE

Author: MARAH LYNN
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-06 22:07:14

Rosalia stood silently, tray in hand, condolences envelope on top. She didn't even dare to breathe yet as her fingers gripped the tray as tightly as she could, she could hear the slight crumpling sound of the aluminium crushing under her grip.

She hadn't expected anyone to be in the kitchen, it was stupid of her really to assume such a thing.

The two women were at a complete standoff.

Neither moving nor saying a word. The awkwardness of the situation escalating by each and every second that ticked by between them.

Rosalia had no idea what to say or do. She was floored at the sight of Isabella suddenly standing tall in the kitchen. She was turned around and slumped over the sink when she first stepped in, however now she stood tall, arms crossed over her chest as she inhaled angry breaths through her nose. A bull, waiting to charge and she was the red cloth.

"Get out..."

"I-I- Isabella, I just want-" as she stuttered she accidentally tipped the tray a little forcing the envelope t
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