|Carmella|
As I stood at the estate’s entrance, I watched Theodore and his men approach, their figures dark and imposing against the fading light of dusk. Each step they took seemed to stir up a quiet storm, dust rising in their wake as they moved with a determined, almost ominous purpose. The sight of them was a reminder of the tension their presence brought, an intrusion into the delicate balance we maintain here. Even as Theodore's eyes found mine and held steady, I kept my expression neutral, allowing no flicker of emotion to betray my thoughts.
With a deep breath, I stepped forward, adopting the same formal demeanor I reserved for strangers or unwelcome guests.
"The cabins are ready for you and your men," I said, my voice polite yet edged with distance. “You’ll be able to stay he
