The mansion didn't sleep that night.
It only pretended to.
Behind closed doors, beneath quiet footsteps and dimmed lights… everything was shifting.
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Bianca
Sofia didn't expect her.
But she should have.
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She had stepped out onto the terrace, needing air—needing space away from the suffocating tension inside—when she felt it.
A presence.
Sharp. Calculated.
"You don't look like you belong here."
Bianca's voice cut cleanly through the silence.
Sofia turned slowly.
Bianca stood by the railing, elegant as ever, a glass of wine in her hand, her expression calm—but her eyes were anything but.
"I am family," Sofia replied quietly.
Bianca smiled faintly. "Family indeed…."
The words landed harder than they should have.
Sophia didn't respond immediately.
Bianca took a slow step cl
