Chapter 8 Midnight Confession

• Isabella’s POV
• The moon hung high, casting silver light over the courtyard's cobblestones. I slipped through the shadows, the cool night air brushing against my skin, carrying whispers of secrets and impending revelations. The note burned in my pocket, its words etched into my mind. But one thing was certain in my mind: if they wanted a show, I’d give them one.
• I reached the center of the courtyard, where the moonlight pooled like liquid silver. The silence was profound, broken only by the distant hoot of an owl.