Delilah didn't think much about it.
In the evening, she leaned over the railing, the cool breeze brushing her face, she was already prepared for what was coming.
Anticipation buzzed faintly in her chest as she saw Marco’s familiar silhouette approaching the mansion’s entrance.
But he wasn’t alone.
Lucia was with him, her tall frame radiating confidence as she walked beside Marco, holding some documents.
Delilah straightened, her lips thinning as her fingers gripped the railing tighter.
She descended the stairs deliberately, her heels clicking against the polished wood.
The sound echoed sharply, cutting through the quiet hall like a warning.
The sound caught Marco’s attention, and he looked up, his dark eyes immediately landing on her.
For a moment, everything seemed to pause
