**ISABELLA'S POINT OF VIEW**

The next morning I woke up tired. My body still ached from the night before in the safe house. I took a long shower to wash away Damien's scent and the perfume he had sent me. I hid the black rose deep in the closet where Matteo would never look.

I put on a simple blue dress and went downstairs. Matteo was in the kitchen again, reading something on his phone. He looked up when I came in.

"Good morning," she said. Her voice sounded normal, but her eyes were looking a