Chapter 39
Shadows of the Past The mansion was quiet, too quiet. Anna stood in the hallway, listening to the murmurs of laughter and conversation coming from the drawing room. Juliet and Isabella were inside—with Noah. Her stomach twisted. She couldn’t bear the sound of Isabella’s voice, her forced, sugary giggles. Something had shifted in Noah lately, and it terrified her. Not because he was cruel. But because he wasn’t pretending anymore. --- Inside the Drawing Room Isabella leaned across the couch, her hand brushing Noah’s arm as she showed him mock-up invitations. “Silver trim or gold?” she asked, voice low, sultry. Noah glanced at the cards without care. “Whichever you like.” Juliet observed them from her seat, sipping wine. “You’ve gotten closer lately.” Isabella smiled. “We’re practi
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