The De Luca mansion buzzed quietly that morning. Sunlight poured in through the grand windows, making the marble floors gleam. Aria wandered the gardens absentmindedly, plucking petals from roses, her mind still swirling with everything that had happened between her and Damian the night before.
The soft sound of a suitcase rolling across the marble interrupted her thoughts. She turned to see a maid approaching.
"Madam," the maid said politely, "there’s a guest at the front door. Master Damian said she’ll be staying here for a while."
Aria frowned. "A guest?"
Before she could ask anything else, the door swung open.
The clicking of high heels filled the hallway as a tall, stunning girl with golden-brown curls and sharp, striking eyes stepped inside, dragging a sleek designer suitcase be
