Bianca’s POV
The letter felt heavy in my hands as the words ‘To My Daughter’ burned into my eyes.
I took a long deep breath as I shoved the letter into my coat pocket.
I took one last long look at my father's study room taking it all in.
“I'll make things right by you. I promise.” I muttered to myself as a promise to my Dad.
The hallways stretched long and silent as I stepped out of the study room.
Each step echoed faintly against the marble floor.
I didn't have much time before the driver noticed I wasn't at the café, if he wasn't already noticed.
I moved faster, my coat pulled tightly around me.
Outside the mansion, the cold air hit me. The wind tugged at my hair as I stepped onto the grass and moved towards the fence.
I glanced once over my shoulder at the mansion one
