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Isabella 181

It was blissful at Ava's as the day went by. Damien still had no idea that I was absent from the house. I entered into the house with Ava as a pleasant tour guide. It was fascinating seeing all the abstract art she hung around the house. It was enlightening.

She showed me the family portrait which was very old and I could make out just how young Damien had been when he just a little boy.

"Here, he was just four," Ava said proudly.

"He looks so serious," I noticed as I told Ava.

"Yes, he had always been rather solemn for his age," Ava replied fondly.

I followed her to the huge library she had installed in the house. I gasped at the collections of rare books she had in her possession.

"Some where stolen from museums," Ava whispered proudly. It was as if she was a child again.

I looked at her, appalled.

"What? They were just collecting dust from where they were kept, here, I get to show it off," She replied.

My eyes caught a glimpse of something