My Man

But Isabella had ignored her mother's advice and acted on her own. Now, the consequences of her rash actions had come to light, and she had no one to blame but herself. As she lay on her bed, lost in her thoughts, Isabella couldn't help but wonder how she could have been so foolish. She knew she had to find a way to make things right, but she had no idea where to start.

As Isabella sat on her bed, clutching the slip of paper with the address the spy had given her. She was seething with anger and frustration, knowing that her ill-conceived plan had only strengthened Elena's position.

The words of the spy echoed in her mind, taunting her with the knowledge that her plan had only served to strengthen Elena's position.

She immediately recalls her discussion with Her spy.

"How could you let her slip away like that?" Isabella had demanded, her voice sharp with annoyance.

The spy shifted uncomfortably, avoiding her gaze. "I'm sorry, Miss Isabella. I did the best I could. I posed as a deliver