Bianca's phone buzzed, and a message showed up on her screen. She picked up the phone to check the text she’d gotten. It was a text from Luca. She unlocked her phone and read the text, “Rafael is the mole. Isabella is Vittorio’s biological daughter.” It was a short and concise text with more weight than a thousand-word essay. Bianca sat quietly, her lips tightly sealed, as she had nothing to say.
“Knock, knock,” came the knocking sound on the door of her room. She became alert. “ Who’s there?” she asked as she sat erect from the bed. “I’m the one, La mia sorellina,” Isabella answered from the door. “I have something for you”
Bianca reluctantly stood from the bed and walked to the door. “What do you want now?” She asked as she opened the door. Her countenance did little to hide her discom
