ISABELLA
I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and stood, ignoring the dizziness that followed. I splashed cold water on my face, letting the shock of it pull me fully into the present.
I had a meeting to attend — one Adrian should’ve been leading.
And now… it was me.
I walked into the dressing room and opened the wardrobe. My fingers hovered over the clothes, searching for something that didn’t feel fragile. Something that didn’t feel like the woman who had cried herself to sleep.
I needed to look like the Dona.
I chose a fitted black suit — sharp lines, tailored perfectly to my frame. The jacket cinched at the waist, the shoulders structured, the fabric smooth and commanding. Underneath, a silk blouse the color of bone. Elegant. Cold. Unyielding.
I pulled my hair back into a sl
