As Amara stepped across the threshold of Moretti Mansion, a wave of relief washed over her, the familiar surroundings offering a sense of comfort amidst the chaos of the outside world. The grandeur of the estate enveloped her like a protective cloak, its opulence a stark contrast to the tumultuous events that had unfolded just moments before.
The polished marble floors gleamed under the soft lighting, and the ornate chandeliers cast a warm, golden glow. The lavish decor, with its intricate details and luxurious furnishings, seemed to embrace her, providing a sanctuary from the relentless storm she had been navigating.
With a sigh, Amara reached into the pocket of her coat and retrieved her phone, her fingers trembling slightly as she dialed Luca's number. The sound of the ringing echoed
