In the dimly lit confessional of Saint Mary’s church, Sister Martha sat, her heart pounding in her chest. She had always been a devout woman, but tonight, she found herself struggling to focus on her duties. Her mind kept wandering to thoughts of the mysterious woman she had met earlier that day.
The woman, who had introduced herself as Isabella, had long, brunette hair that cascaded down her back in wild, untamed waves. She wore a tight, fishnet dress that left little to the imagination, and her eyes seemed to hold a wicked, seductive glint. Sister Martha had never met anyone quite like her before, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that Isabella was trouble.
