After both Isabella and Rose returned from the training ground, neither of them bothered to shower or even change their clothes. They remained as they were, almost deliberately, both secretly reveling in the lingering scent of the men who made their hearts flutter with restless excitement.
Rose invited Isabella to come to her room, and she followed without question. Once there, they sat quietly side by side, each lost in her own thoughts — thoughts that inevitably circled back to their men.
The silence stretched on until a sudden knock at the door startled them both. They exchanged a glance, realizing they had been sitting there silently for hours.
Rose got to her feet and walked over to the door. When she opened it, she found her mother standing on the other side.
“Mother,” Rose greet
