The Vincenzo estate, though grand and luxurious, felt more like a gilded cage with every passing moment. My interactions with Sebastian were minimal, each one colder than the last. He avoided me at every opportunity, leaving me to navigate this new reality on my own.
I spent most of my time wandering the estate’s sprawling grounds. The gardens were beautiful, with winding paths that led to secluded benches and quiet fountains. It was easy to lose myself there, and for a moment, I could pretend this wasn’t my life. But the ever-present guards stationed at key points served as a constant reminder—I wasn’t free.
I was seated by the rose garden one afternoon when Clara appeared, carrying a tray with tea and pastries.
“I thought you might like a break,” she said, setting the tray on the tabl
