Unbeknownst to the others, while sunlight spilled gently across the garden and laughter lingered in the air a guest had already entered the estate.
A servant led him through the grand halls of the mansion, footsteps muted against polished floors, before stopping at a discreet side door that opened toward the east garden.
"It is alright," the man said, his voice smooth—pleasant in a way that put people at ease without trying too hard. "I can take it from here."
The servant hesitated for only a second before bowing slightly and retreating.
The door closed with a soft click.
He stepped outside. He wore black trousers paired with a blue polo shirt.
It looked simple, yet the clothes highlighted his masculinity.
The share of blue on his shirt deepened the color of his eyes, turning them into something almost… unfathomable under the morning light.
He didn't take the main path.
Instead, he circled—entering through a secondary opening, the kind meant for gardeners and staff.
