Ariana held her breath as they walked into the grand mansion. The mansion was the kind of place that screamed wealth and old power, with high ceilings and marble floors that reflected like mirrors. Once they stepped foot into the house, a maid was waiting for them at the door and as soon as she set eyes on Vincent, she bowed in respect. Her eyes flickered to Ariana for a moment but all she gave was a short, forced smile. Then, she stretched her hand, ushering them into the house.
Ariana walked carefully beside Vincent. As strange as it sounded, that was the only way she could be comfortable as he was the most familiar face in the house.
“Mr Blackthorn will be out soon. He has asked you to wait out here.” The maid informed but, was ignored by Vincent.
She didn’t seem to mind as she only
