The mansion felt unusually calm that afternoon. Sunlight poured through the tall windows, stretching across the marble floors, while a soft breeze carried the scent of the garden inside.
Aria sat in the living room, a book resting in her hands but she wasn't really reading.
Her eyes moved over the same line again and again. Her thoughts somewhere else.Somewhere around him.
A faint footsteps sound broke the silence.Aria looked up.
And then a tall, well-dressed, effortlessly composed man walked in to the drawing room.
There was something different about him not like the guards, not like the staff. Someone who didn't belong to the structure of the mansion…
But to Rafael.
He stopped the moment he saw her. For a second neither of them spoke because he hadn't expected this. His gaze lingered just a second longer than it should have with his curious eyes.
