Meanwhile, back at the mansion, Isabella had spent the day in a state of restless anticipation. Since Enrico had left to find her mother, she hadn’t seen or heard from him. The weight of uncertainty pressed heavily on her shoulders, making it hard for her to relax or focus on anything else. Every minute felt like an eternity, and her mind kept replaying all the possibilities of what could happen if Enrico didn’t reach her mother in time.
After taking a long shower to clear her head, she sat in front of the mirror, combing her damp hair absentmindedly. Her reflection stared back at her, eyes filled with worry and exhaustion. Her thoughts were consumed with questions she couldn’t answer, what would become of her mother? Could she truly trust Enrico to help her? And what was Carmen’s next mo
