The following morning, the Romano Mansion looked as peaceful as ever. Sunlight streamed through the tall windows, filling every corner with warmth. Servants moved quietly through the hallways.
Fresh flowers decorated the entrance.
Everything appeared normal.
Only three people knew that beneath that peaceful morning... Their hearts were slowly falling apart.
Rafael stood on the balcony outside his bedroom, his coffee growing cold in his hand. His eyes wandered toward the garden below.He remembered every word he had overheard.
"He'll never let me leave."
"We'll have to make sure he believes it."
Those sentences refused to leave his mind.
Who was leaving?
Why?
And what exactly were Aria and Noah trying to make him believe?
He rubbed his forehead.
"...No."
"There has to be another explanation."
Yet no matter how many excuses he made...
His heart refused to accept them.
Downstairs...Aria was helping arrange breakfast.She smiled at the servants.
