Isabella’s laugh cut through the quiet boutique, sharp and venomous. " What are you? His sister?" she mocked, stepping closer with a cruel sneer. "Don't think Giovanni is going to keep you around like this. I won't be the one left alone at the end of this."

Rosa felt a hot surge of irritation, but instead of letting the virgin comment rattle her, she forced a bored, calm expression onto her face. She looked at the expensive designer items Isabella was holding, then shifted her gaze directly into the other woman's angry eyes.

"Do you want me to pay for those?" Rosa asked, her voice completely flat and dripping with...