“There's something I want you to do. Could you do it for me?”
“Of course, Lady Arabella,” he replied as he took the folder, then asked. “Is there anything else you wanted me to do?”
Arabella pressed her lips, choosing not to reply. Her face looked depressed and Marcelo noticed it quickly, so he, too, was silent, waiting for his lady to answer his question. He could see that as her mouth opened and then closed again, it looked like she was hesitating and needed a little push. .
“Or anything you wanted to know?”
She let out a sharp breath, “Yes, tell me something about a woman who sat beside Cassius when Alessio brought me back to him.”
And just as she always thought, Marcelo fell silent.
It was as if something was holding him back from speaking, and he quickly understood that everythi
