Cesare’s point of view~~~
I wasn’t supposed to be standing in front of her house this early.
But after that call yesterday… after hearing her voice, hoarse and frayed yet so composed, telling me I should attend the funeral since I witnessed his death, more like giving me the permission to.
I couldn’t wait for the sun to rise completely before coming here.
I showed up in all black.
It wasn’t for theatrics.
It wasn’t even out of respect.
It was because somehow, it felt right—like my presence needed to carry the weight of this moment.
I drove and walked past the gates and doors like I belonged here.
Nobody stopped me.
Not the gateman or the bodyguards lurking outside. They seemed more than usual today. Rose must have heightened the security here.
Not the housekeeper who opened the
