Alessandra’s Deception.
In the faint darkness of her rooms, Alessandra stood in front of Marco, her emerald eyes blazing with anger. The weight of Lorenzo's increasing disobedience appeared to press like a vice across her chest, making the walls seem to shut in around her.
She whispered, more to herself than to Marco, "He's drifting farther away." "And she is to blame."
Marco moved uncomfortably, his tense muscles tensed. "Although Lorenzo is obstinate, directly accusing Isabella will cause suspicion."
Alessandra's face hardened as she turned against him. That's why we won't make accusations. We'll let the facts do the talking.
She proceeded to the far end of the room and used a silver key to unlock a wooden trunk. A perfectly aged set of parchment with carefully drawn letters in Isab
