C142 ROSALÍA’S RAGE

The soft glow of the chandelier cast dancing shadows across the luxurious suite of the grand hotel. Rosalia stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, her slender body leaning the window side chair. In one manicured hand, she held a glass of wine, the rich red wine remained untouched in her hand as she stared out into the night.

Something was wrong. She could feel it in her bones