Tabitha’s POV
There’s something about the way the house feels now. When I first arrived, it seemed cold, distant—a place that echoed with silence and unfamiliarity, like a grand palace where I was nothing more than a visitor, a temporary guest. The walls felt too high, too thick, like they were designed to keep people out—or maybe to trap me in. Every hallway was lined with shadows, every door hiding something unknown. I felt lost here, unsure of my place, unsure of who I was in this new world Fabrizio had drawn me into.
But now, after weeks of living here, the house feels different. Slowly, it’s started to shift. The cold edges have softened, and the imposing walls have simply become walls—brick and stone, nothing more. The grand, sprawling rooms are no longer intimidating, just rooms f
