Chapter 7 Seven

• POV Isabella:
• The sunlight shines on the water and makes my throat close. I can't take my eyes off the pool that stretches across the Castellano's backyard, it's a trap ready to give me away.
• The Castellano family has organized this lunch on the terrace, claiming it would be nice in the spring weather. To me, it feels like an elaborate test. The table is set with precision: fine china, crystal glasses and more silverware than necessary. Matteo Castellano occupies the head table, surveying his domain like a king.