Lucy hadn’t expected everything that had happened the night before. The emotional chaos, the arguments, the tears—it had all left a mark on her, heavier than she cared to admit. That same night, her cousin had abruptly left the mansion, accompanied by her protective uncle. Lucy watched them go, her heart aching despite her lingering anger toward Leandro. She knew it was useless to hold them back. Even in her fury, she let them go, unwilling to add more tension to an already broken night.
The next morning, Lucy awoke with a dull ache in her chest. The mansion felt impossibly quiet now, the air heavy with emptiness. Everyone else had already left, their laughter and chatter replaced by a deafening silence. She stared at the neatly made bed across from her, the thought of staying in that hou
