ISABELLA’S POV.
I stand confused as the lady I have as seen as Leonardo’s wallpaper steps into the church auditorium, temple, whatever it is called. Since she has been assumed dead, why didn’t she remain dead? Why did she have to ruin a perfect relationship for me?
By the way, Lady Ann knew who I was all along and she said nothing to me. I have lamented so many times in front of her, wondered if I had a family and she f*****g knew who I was all along? Am I a toy to everyone? I had an accident with her son, who also happens to be my dead husband?
“Lady Ann, you knew who I was all along?” I ask out, but my voice seems to be unnoticed by anyone as the crowd is in commotion and the woman I thought was my life saver is also standing confused, shocked and angered.
Marianna? I thought I loved
