The Santos mansion exuded elegance that night.
Soft lights illuminated the garden, and the scent of night-blooming flowers filled the air.
Elisa arrived punctually, wearing a lightweight tailored outfit in wine color. Discreet, elegant, and so beautiful that even silence seemed to pause when she crossed the hall.
Mr. Frederico was waiting for her, seated in his leather armchair.
My dear, how I've missed those emerald eyes... he said with a sincere smile. You're more beautiful than ever.
It's good to see you again, Grandpa Frederico. She bent down and embraced him affectionately.
Before she could stand up, she felt a presence behind her.
The deep, familiar voice warmed the back of her neck:
Good evening, Elisa.
She turned and found Eduardo, wearing a white linen shirt and a restrained smile on his lips.
Good evening, Eduardo.
The atmosphere became slightly tense, but Frederico, clever as always, motioned for them to sit at the table.
