Isabella’s eyes trailed across the row of gowns until one in particular caught her heart. It was a deep crimson dress, silky and elegant, bold enough to command attention.“This one,” she said softly, lifting it from the rack.Beatrice’s face lit up with pride. “Perfect choice, my dear.” She kissed Isabella’s cheek warmly, her perfume faint and floral. “Enjoy the morning before the evening comes. Tonight will be a turning point.”With that, she swept out of the room with the maids following behind, leaving Isabella alone with the dress.For a moment, Isabella just stared at it, the fabric glimmering under the light. She laid it carefully on the bed, running her fingers over the folds, before deciding to get some fresh air.As she made her way toward the sitting room, voices carried through the slightly open door. She paused, her steps halting. It was Matteo and Vivienne.She leaned closer.“…the possible transfer is happening tonight,” Matteo whispered, his tone sharp.Vivienne’s voic
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