The orphan girl named isabelle

Previously

…The truth, raw and painful, had been revealed. The fortune, the legacy, the danger – it was all mine now. But I was no longer alone. Eleanor Vance, a silent guardian, stood by my side. And the constables, symbols of a justice I had only dreamed of, had brought an end to the immediate threat. The drawing-room, once a symbol of my gilded cage, now felt like a battlefield where the war for my past had finally been won. The fight was far from over, the weight of the legacy still a heavy burden, but for the first time, I felt a flicker of hope. The orphan girl had found her truth, and in doing so, had found her strength. The shadows still lingered, but now, I knew how to face them.