Chapter 47

• Amelia was lazing around the opulent villa, looking like the very picture of privileged insouciance with a morning glass of red wine in hand and an expensive nightgown draped over her frame.
• Spread before her was an indulgent breakfast that the maids had decked out earlier that morning.
• Just then, an incoming call interrupted her conversation with Amelia, and Amelia quickly said, “I’ll talk to you soon, Amelia. I need to take another call.”