RAVENNA'S POV
The sound of raised voices drifted up through the marble halls, slicing through the constant bustle of servants and decorators. At first, I ignored it, having more pressing matters on my mind. Arguments were nothing new in the Moretti household—especially not now, with all these wedding preparations. This time, it was Diana's shrieks clashing against the staff's timid apologies. Her mood was nastier than usual, sharpened by not getting her way.
I tried to tune the noise out, still trying to gather my thoughts, but it persisted. This voice was louder, sharper, filled with outrage—one I recognized far too well.
Anny.
My heart lurched in my chest. Without thinking, I pulled my skirts up and hurried down the grand staircase, ignoring the calls of the workers.
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