IN A FEW HOURS
AT ISABELLA'S POV:
The sun had begun to set, casting long shadows across the grand hall as I sat with Noah in one of the castle’s sitting rooms. The day had been filled with an unexpected calm after the relief from breakfast. But now, as evening descended, a strange unease crept into the air. I was sipping from a cup of tea when the doors opened, and a figure walked in, a woman, tall and graceful, with a striking resemblance to Charlotte. My heart skipped a beat as I stared at her, trying to place where I had seen her before. She had the same golden hair that Charlotte did, but there was something different about her. Her eyes, a piercing blue, cold and calculating.
"Who…?" Noah started, his brow furrowing as he glanced between the woman and me.
I could barely breathe as
