Silvanus led her inside. Aeliana wasn’t familiar with the nervous flutter that suddenly rose in her chest. It came so unexpectedly. Silvanus placed down the small suitcase they had brought with them — the one containing their clothes.

Aeliana had no idea how long she would be staying in the Clemonte mansion. Her gaze wandered toward the glass window; beyond it was a small terrace, perfectly positioned for morning coffee. Her thoughts drifted for a while until Silvanus cleared his throat, ...