Chapter Eight

Isabella's POV

The tour of the mansion took longer than I expected, but by the end I realized I hadn’t truly learned anything beyond how endless the corridors were. Every hallway looked the same—polished floors, ornate rugs, tall windows that reflected back a stranger’s face whenever I glanced.

Valerie showed me parlors filled with antique furniture I was afraid to touch, dining rooms that could seat twenty, and libraries where the books seemed more like decoration ...