Fabio stepped off midway, leaving the driver to continue toward the address Isadora had given him. Alone in the back seat, she kept her hands folded in her lap, forcing herself to stay calm as the city blurred past the windows. Her stomach knotted tighter with each passing moment until, at last, the car rolled up to what appeared less a house and more an expansive estate.
The grounds stretched endlessly before her. Even from inside the car she could see immaculately trimmed hedges, fountains spraying silver arcs of water, and the kind of stonework that whispered old money. Passing through the gates made it unmistakably clear that entry without permission was impossible.
