Chapter 9
Sarah's Suspicions
Sarah, with her sharp tongue and suspicious nature, views Bella and Marco's closeness with disdain. Her resentment and interference add another layer of complication to Bella's already precarious situation.
The Rossi mansion’s air, thick with polish and anxiety, was a familiar perfume. But Sarah’s presence added an acrid note that pricked my nerves. She moved like a viper through the opulent rooms, her stormy sea eyes scanning, judging. A distant cousin, her animosity had sharpened since Marco and I had grown closer.
Tonight, draped in emerald silk, she stood by the fireplace, a crystal glass clutched like a weapon. Marco was across the room, speaking with my father. My heart gave a traitorous lurch at the sight of him—so solid, a contrast to my gilded cage.
“Still mooning over him, Bella?” Sarah’s voice, sharp as glass, sliced through the murmur. Her gaze fixed on me with undisguised contempt.
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