|| Cora ||
I rested my head on Lorenzo’s shoulder as the car glided smoothly through the quiet streets, the hum of the engine a soothing backdrop to the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me. His hand was warm and steady in mine, our fingers intertwined as if they were meant to fit together perfectly. For the first time in what felt like forever, my mind was at peace. The candlelit dinner, the view of the Eiffel Tower, the way Lorenzo had looked at me—it all felt like a dream, a fleeting moment of happiness in a world that had been nothing but chaos.
But as the car came to a stop, that fragile peace shattered. The mansion loomed ahead, its grand facade illuminated by a dazzling array of lights that seemed out of place at this late hour. My heart skipped a beat, a sense of unease creep
