By the time they arrived at the mansion, Valentina had seen for herself a good portion of Italy.
She was captivated by the city and her fingers tingled with a need to be with her camera.
Although, call it her bias or whatever, she had yet to see a place as pretty as Aurivilla, just from the little she saw of it.
Valentina recognized the mansion despite the fact it had been at nighttime she had arrived with Natalia the day of the event that changed their entire lives.
Lyon rolled down the windows, as they were flagged by security.
The burly security guy walked up to them.
"From Neravalle," Lyon said holding up a crest Valentina was only just seeing for the very first time.
The man stepped back, and the gates began to open.
Lyon drove in straight to the parking lot.
"What was that crest?" She asked out of curiosity.
"A form of identity. There are certain places you can only get into with one of these. Signor Giovanni's house is one of those places."
