The golden hues of the evening sky unfurled above the Moreau estate like a painter's final, messy strokes. The car Caroline had left in earlier rolled through the large wrought-iron gates, humming softly beneath the dying light of the day. The mansion looked just as intimidating and silent as it always did, its luxurious arches catching the last rays of the sun like a crown of shadows. Everything about it whispered money, power, and secrets.
Caroline sat still for a second as the car came to a gentle halt in the marble-floored garage. She didn't move for a while , Her mind, was already thinking about him , Lucien . She bit her lip and clenched the steering wheel before closing her eyes .
The door opened, and she stepped out, heels clicking confidently even though her stomach was in knots. A valet appeared almost instantly, bowing slightly as he reached for her keys.
"Thanks," she muttered.
