A black Rolls-Royce came to a halt outside the gates.

Milo furrowed his brow as he stepped out of the car, followed closely by Rosa.

"Milo, I am not going in!"

Rosa looked disdainfully at the villa, shuddering at the thought of having to spend time with Georgia.

"I cannot hear you," Milo stared coldly at his sister, his tone icy.

Their parents had long been intolerant of Rosa's presence.

Milo felt a headache coming on just thinking about it.

He ...