Aria’s POV
Nostalgia hit me like a freight train the moment I stepped into the mansion.
The entire space that had once been abandoned and dusty, a mausoleum of memories I'd tried desperately to forget, now gleamed with new life. The furniture sparkled as if freshly unwrapped, the hardwood floors shone like mirrors, and the air carried that distinct scent of professional cleaning services: lemon polish mixed with fresh linen and something floral I couldn't quite place.
It was beautiful. Pristine. Perfect.
And it made my chest ache with a longing I didn't want to name.
My feet carried me deeper into the foyer, my eyes adjusting to the late morning light filtering through the tall windows. That's when I saw the portrait wall. Mr Robert's stern but kind face stared down at me from the l
