Isabella POV

It was a bright morning,the rays of sunlight streamed through the windows shining brightly as my hands pressed against the edge of the broom which was clutched firmly in my palm.

My eyes lingered on the surface of the marble floor, my gaze firm as I cleaned the room with the strength I could muster.

My face was pale with a mix of concern stretching across my face, my eyes darting sharply around the room with silence stiffening as I worked.

I sucked in a deep breath as I held ...