Anna// Miss Bella

UNKNOWN PLACE

The dimly lit room was thick with the scent of cigars and expensive whiskey. A long mahogany table stood in the center, surrounded by men in dark suits, their gazes sharp and expectant. The air was tense, but when the sound of boots echoed down the staircase, all conversation ceased.

Every man in the room stood up immediately, their postures rigid as they awaited the presence of the one person they never dared to disrespect.

The overhead chandelier flickered to life, casting a cold glow over the space. As the final set of steps hit the floor, the woman they had been waiting for came into view.

Anna Wallace—or rather, the woman who had once been Anna—was unrecognizable.