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CHAPTER EIGHTY-THREE

IZZY GONZALES

As we drove through the private road, my mind had drifted to Ginevra. She had always made it a point to stay locked up in her room this past week, but this morning, she had suddenly joined us for breakfast. She made jokes and laughed a little too hard.

I found it suspicious.

She wasn’t the type to make those kind of jokes and wasn't she supposed to be depressed? She had just murdered the love of her life and she was making jokes?

Something had to give.

I cleared my throat. "Did anyone notice something suspicious about Ginevra this morning?" They all hummed.

"She was all over the place and I caught her looking at us like it was the last time she'd ever see us." Raul spoke.

"And when I went into her room, I saw some droplets of blood. She was even in a white dress and was styling her hair to look like a princess." Paulo added.

"Ginevra doesn't like white dresses and she hated it even more after her marriage to Ricardo crumbled." Harley commented.

White dress, styl
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