As the car drove into the Sterling family’s estate in the 16th arrondissement, the sun was sinking beyond the horizon.
Passing through the charcoal-black metal gates felt like stepping three centuries back in time.
Grace had been to this villa before—though calling it a villa hardly did it justice. It was more like a grand town mansion. She had seen plenty of extravagant countryside estates, but even she had to admit, this one was almost excessive. And the fact that it sat just thirty-five minutes from the Louvre made it even more impressive.
A four-meter-high ivory-colored wall separated the bustling city streets from this private world. As they drove further in, a symmetrical, two-story Rococo-style building stretched out before them.
The soft beige façade, adorned with intricate rel
