Lilian's POV
The moment Ashley crossed my mind, my excitement vanished completely. I couldn't claim to despise her, but something about that woman rubbed me the wrong way.
I stood frozen in the courtyard, wrestling with doubt. Should I even step foot inside? This mansion belonged to Augusto now. When Ashley arrived, she would claim her rightful place as the lady of the house while I remained nothing but a forgotten afterthought.
Augusto had been crystal clear about his position. My existence would only cause Ashley pain or reveal whatever twisted arrangement we shared. So I remained rooted to the spot, then quietly began backing away.
Augusto materialized in the doorway without warning. His voice cut through the evening air like ice. "Why are you lurking out there? Come inside."
"Wait, I think maybe..." I started to object.
He had already turned his back on me and disappeared into the house.
