Do as you please

Janice and Alessia stumbled out of the dark, damp prison cell-that had been their home for what felt like an eternity, though it had only been two days- into the lush green garden that surrounded the Salvatore residence.

As the fresh air caressed their faces, they inhaled deeply, relishing the newfound sense of freedom, although they weren't entirely free as they were still in the house but no longer in prison.

The relief coursing through their vein was short-lived as Paolo appeared before them, his eyes flickering with dangerous intensity. "Alessia, I know you're the Delicate Rose," he said. "Don't bother denying it anymore."

Alessia's jaw clenched, and she shook her head. "I'm not who you think I am. I've never heard of the Delicate Rose before."

She was lying, of course. Paolo could see it in her eyes, how they darted back and forth, searching for an escape. He wasn't convinced. He stepped closer, his shadow falling over them like a dark cloud. "You're lying," he hissed, reaching o