USER: think a title for :In just a few hours, there was a knock on the door. Rose caught sight of Christopher through the cat's eyes and panicked. She didn't want him to see her in such a state, as she was sure he would know that she had been fighting with someone. Desperate to avoid him, she sent a message to her phone feigning insomnia. Christopher received it, sensing her distress, and left without further ado - her brother must have called him over, thinking something serious had occurred. After Isabella had repeatedly trodden on her chest, Rose was in agony for days. Chess, a game that usually brought her such joy, now caused her considerable pain. For days on end, she lay still, surviving on little more than the biscuit snacks Karen had bought her the last time they'd met. On the weekend, Lola messaged her early in the morning. "You didn't forget to come to Karen's today, did you? Get up already." Fortunately, Rose was no longer in as much pain and able to get up, albeit after inspecting herself in the mirror thoroughly. Her face was still a little swollen, but the wound itself wasn't too bad. Karen's new residence was in a high-end locality a short distance from S University. The spacious four-bedroom, two-bathroom apartment had elegantly designed decor, including a piano in the living room, comfortable sunloungers on the terrace, which basked in sunshine daily. Lola whispered to Rose as she pulled her away from the others. "The property prices here are astronomical. I knew ...