Isabelle's Point of View:
I looked up and found Lucy standing. She gave me a hand, and helped me stand up. I slowly managed to stand on my feet, still lunging forward like a junkie.
"Who—who was the highest bidder? Do you know?" I asked as I was dying to know who I was supposed to be a slave for.
She smiled. "No one told me who it was, but whoever it was gave the highest money to the main mafia bank and set you free."
"What?" I thought she was kidding.
"Yes," She smiled again, this time wider. "There was an anonymous message on the table just after the bidding. It was to me, and it said that I should let you know that the highest bidder had decided to let you go."
I smiled and managed to hug her. She hugged me back carefully, knowing that my back must be hurting. I couldn't believe someone actually paid the money just to free me. Who would do something like that? There was no one in the Mafia who would take my side after what I had "allegedly" done, right?
