Before they could continue talking, the front door burst open, and Isabella walked in with a bright smile.
The moment Amelia saw her, her own smile vanished.
Isabella's eyes locked onto her immediately, and in seconds, she charged forward. "What the hell is she doing here?!" she shouted, her voice dripping with anger.
She turned to Mrs. Wolfe, her expression furious. "Why is this slut in your house?!"
Before Isabella could get any closer, Mrs. Wolfe stepped in front of Amelia, shielding her. "Isabella," she said firmly, "whatever problem you have with Amelia, you will not bring it here."
Isabella scoffed, crossing her arms. "Oh, I have every right to bring it here! This girl—" she spat the word, glaring at Amelia, "—worked as a maid for Enzo. And now, after everything, Enzo chose her over me!"
Mrs. Wolfe sighed. "Calm down, Isabella."
Amelia sat frozen, staring at the floor, not wanting to raise her head.
