Marcelina's POV
The moment I stepped inside, my breath caught.
The interior was—
Stunning.
Not in the warm, inviting way, but in something far more overwhelming.
Marble floors stretched endlessly beneath my feet, polished to a mirror-like sheen that reflected the towering ceilings above. Massive chandeliers hung like frozen constellations, their soft golden light spilling across the room in a glow that felt almost unreal.
Everything was pristine.
Like no one truly lived here.
My eyes moved slowly, taking it all in despite myself—the carved pillars, the intricate detailing along the walls, the sheer scale of it all. Then we reached the staircase that curved upward in a sweeping arc.
Domenico didn't look back to see if I was following. But I followed anyway. And by the time we reac
