It was already mid-morning when the groupfinally settled into the mansion.
Sunlight poured over the sprawling estate, gilding marble pillars and manicured hedges in molten gold. The place didn't just look expensive — it looked untouchable. The kind of wealth that didn't shout… because it didn't have to.
Shay wasted no time.
With a squeal of excitement, she grabbed Sandro by the wrist and dragged him toward the North Wing playground. The two of them disappeared in a blur of laughter — toward polished slides that glinted under the sun, a miniature Victorian playhouse trimmed in white, twin swings swaying lazily in the breeze, and a painted seesaw that looked brand new.
Childhood, wrapped in wealth and privilege.
