**Kiara**
The hallway outside the master suite was dimly lit and eerily quiet at 10:45 pm,I had waited until I heard the guards change shift,the heavy footsteps fading down the corridor, replaced by new ones that sounded less alert,my heart hammered so loudly I was sure it would give me away.
I slipped out of the room in the dark clothes I’d chosen, barefoot to stay silent, shoes in hand,the note from Lorenzo was tucked deep in my pocket like a guilty secret,every creak of the floorboards made me freeze. Rossi’s estate was a labyrinth of luxury and security,cameras blinking red in corners, motion sensors I prayed I remembered the placement of from my brief tour earlier.
I moved like a shadow down the service stairs, avoiding the main halls where guards patrolled more frequently,the side
