Marcelina's POV
The tour started immediately.
And it was... a lot.
The house was bigger than I had thought—hallways that seemed to stretch endlessly, rooms I couldn't even imagine having a use for, and details that made everything feel less like a home and more like a carefully built empire.
"This is the west lounge," Lucia said as we passed through yet another beautifully furnished space. "Used mostly for guests."
We moved on to a formal dining area—different from the one I had just eaten in—then to a smaller, more private sitting room. Everywhere we went, the maids we passed bowed slightly, making me cringe.
I still hadn't gotten used to it.
"He has not been here in a long time," Lucia continued as we walked, her Italian accent thick. "It is... good to have him back."
I glanced
