The woman glided through the hotel lobby, her black veil shrouding her face.
She approached the receptionist, her movements fluid.
"Thank you for the room," she said.
The receptionist smiled, handing her the key.
"Enjoy your stay, ma'am."
The woman's veil hid her smile.
She took the elevator, ascending to her floor.
The door creaked open, swallowing her into solitude.
She locked it, ensuring privacy.
Before the mirror, she stood.
The veil lifted, revealing porcelain skin.
Luscious locks cascaded down her back.
Her eyes sparkled, a sly smile spreading.
"Allison is back!" she exclaimed.
Her reflection grinned.
A transformation unfolded.
The woman's posture relaxed, Her eyes gleamed.
A calculating glint, A hint of menace.
Allison's gaze roved, Assessing and Planning.
Her smile deepened, The game resumed.
Jack, Aria, and their family, Unaware.
But Allison knew, their secrets.
Their fears, their weaknesses.
Her eyes flashed, the hunt begins.
Again.
Allison stood before the mirror, her gaze tracing the contours of her face. The soft glow of the hotel room's lighting danced across her features, illuminating the subtle curves and lines.
Her thoughts drifted, carried on the currents of memory.
Aiden's face materialized, his eyes locked in a moment of fury.
The gunshot echoed, its report reverberating through her mind.
Allison's stomach clenched, recalling the searing pain.
She relived the desperation, the screams for help.
The stick, her lifeline, grasped in trembling hands.
The river's icy waters enveloped her, a shocking embrace.
Faces blurred, strangers' voices murmured.
Concern etched their features as they pulled her to safety.
A doctor's skilled hands reshaped her face, erasing her past.
Plastic surgery's transformative power.
Unrecognizable.
Allison's smile twisted, a cold, calculated curve.
Aiden believed he had ended her life.
But she'd survived, fueled by vengeance.
Memories of Aria surfaced, when Aria Threw the stick causing her to fall, the sound of shattering glass, Her baby, falling.
Allison's heart hardened, her pain and sorrow forging steel.
She knew the anguish of loss.
The weight of grief.
She had tampered with the police Jeep's brakes, which Aiden was inside, that Exploded
Her revenge, she had ordered Sara to drive that truck, causing Aria and Jack's accident.
Aria's loss.
Allison's eyes gleamed, her reflection's gaze meeting hers.
Now they knew her pain, her sorrow, Her rage.
The mirror reflected a beautiful face.
Cold, Calculating,
Allison's smile, Cruel, and Satisfied.
"Revenge," she whispered, the word hanging in the air.
Her eyes locked onto her reflection.
The game, was far from over.
this is just the beginning.
With each passing moment, her resolve strengthened.
Her determination hardened, the world would soon learn, that Allison was back.
Allison settled into the plush armchair, her gaze drifting as she contemplated her next move. The soft glow of the table lamp cast a warm ambiance, illuminating the calculated lines of her face.
Her thoughts unfolded like a chessboard, each piece strategically placed. She leaned forward, her fingers dancing across the phone's keypad.
The dial tone hummed, followed by a crisp, professional voice.
"Dr. Lee speaking."
Allison's smile hinted at secrets shared.
"Dr. Lee, it's Allison."
The pause was almost imperceptible.
"Allison. What can I do for you?"
"I have an assignment," Allison said, her tone measured.
Dr. Lee's curiosity was palpable.
"I'm listening."
"I need you to pose as a physiotherapist."
The silence stretched, heavy with unspoken questions.
"For whom?" Dr. Lee asked.
"Jack, the young man in the wheelchair."
Empathy tinged Dr. Lee's voice.
"The one from the accident?"
Allison's nod was unnecessary.
"Yes. Help him walk again."
Dr. Lee's tone shifted, sensing more.
"And?"
Allison's pause was deliberate.
"Keep watch on everyone in that mansion."
Comprehension dawned, Dr. Lee's voice flattening.
"Surveillance."
"Precisely," Allison confirmed.
"Report back to me."
Dr. Lee's acceptance was implicit.
"I'll send your contact information to Mrs. Hilda."
Allison's smile deepened.
"Excellent."
The line went dead.
Allison leaned back, steepling her fingers.
The game unfolded, each move calculated.
Dr. Lee, an expert in deception, would infiltrate the mansion.
The perfect mole.
Allison's eyes sparkled, her thoughts racing ahead.
The hunt begins.
Unaware, the mansion's residents would soon welcome a stranger into their midst.
A stranger with secrets.
And Allison would watch, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.