he arrival of the crimson box. The vintage Montblanc sat on her scarred wooden desk, a silent, ivory sentinel that seemed to pulse with an un
hrough the slot in the door. A heavy, cream-colored envelo
up. Her eyes went wide as she read the return address. "Bee, you're going to
expensive-thick, linen-pressed, and embossed with a minimal
Signori
the 2026 'Masterpiece Merit' Scholarship. This prestigious award is granted to students of the
s a private endowment to cover personal expenditures and family medical contingencies. Furthermore, all outstanding ba
ca's fingers, fluttering to
pered, her voice barel
his is it! No more double shifts at the cafe. No more worrying
been drowning in debt. But as Bianca looked at the gold seal on the letter, her mind didn'
a said, her voice tightening with a sudden, sharp
? It's a common name for a high-end foundat
he floor. She grabbed the Montblanc pen from her desk and held it up. "He told me he wanted to change my life. He told m
ubt. "You are the top of your class. Your restoration work on the Baroque saints was m
ella," Bianca snapped, her heart beginning to hammer a frantic rhyt
should have felt was being strangled by a mounting sense of dread. If Dante had done this, it
ace of her benefactor and see if those ambe
lways were bustling with students, the air thick with the smell of oil paint and yo
. "The endowment was handled through a private legal firm. The Fondazione di Oro is a new philanthropic arm. They
sed, leaning over the counter. "How
ly looked into your financial stability to ensure their 'investment' wouldn't be wasted
ord tasted like c
ence again-not a physical person, but the suffocating weight of an invisible
nvelope, in the smallest, almost microscopic
s a clever, cruel little
, lethal one. By paying her debts, he hadn't removed her burdens; he had gathered them all
pered to the empty air of the corridor,
She walked out of the Accademia and toward the glistening, glass
wanted to own her debt, she was going to make sure he
e edges of the city, but Bianca didn't slow down. She had smelled t
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