Bianca stormed up the grand staircase of the Corleone palace, her heels clicking sharply against the marble steps, echoing through the vast hallways like a warning. The palace was a maze of luxury with dangling chandeliers and huge rooms... but right now, none of that mattered to her. Her morning live video had been a total flop, and the mocking comments were still burning in her mind. "Empty kitchen? LOL rich girl problems." "Where's the breakfast? Starving in a mansion?" She clenched her phone, her freshly polished nails digging into the case.
Sofia followed behind, scrolling through her own feed, her wavy hair bouncing with each step. "Bianca, slow down. It's not the end of the world. We'll figure something out."
