The Moretti estate was still wrapped in the early silence of dawn, the faint glow of the horizon casting long shadows across its manicured lawns. Aria sat at her desk a few days after, in her private study, the quiet hum of her thoughts broken only by the occasional sip of her coffee. Despite a long and restless night, her mind was sharp, and her resolve had crystallized into something immovable.
Today would be the day they started putting their plan into motion.
The past few days had been a whirlwind of reflection and renewed determination. Romeo's outburst, her aunt's unexpected show of support, and—most of all—her encounter with Sebastian had left her more resolute than ever. Whatever doubts lingered were secondary to the task at hand. Henri Delarney had crossed a line, and she would
