Isabella Di Carpio.
Oh, how could Ashley forget this woman?
As a matter of fact, she had been waiting for her. But as far as Ashley remembered, this shouldn't have been happening until next week.
Then again… around this time, I wasn't even leaving my room.
So Ashley wasn't entirely sure. It could be something she missed in her previous life, and what she remembered might have been the second time Isabella came by.
Ashley smiled as she studied the beautiful flower of the Di Carpios, welcoming Isabella to the pavilion on the far side of the mansion—well away from her precious garden.
She couldn't allow any poison or bad luck near it.
"Ashley, how are you?" Isabella asked, her voice as soft as Ashley remembered. "I heard about what happened."
Concerned, Isabella dragged her chair closer and clasped Ashley's hand over the table. Her eyes swirled with worry, as if searching for any sign that her sister wasn't doing well.
"He didn't hurt you again, did he?" she asked.
