The familiar wrought iron gates of the Borghese household came into view, a stark contrast to the emotional whirlwind I had just experienced with Gail. The sprawling gardens, usually a source of tranquility, now seemed to hold a silent anticipation, mirroring the unease that clung to me.
As the carriage rolled to a stop, my brother, Lyndon, emerged from the grand front doors, his usual boisterous greeting muted with concern. "Antonella! You've been gone longer than expected. Everything alright?" His keen eyes scanned my face, noticing the subtle shift in my demeanor.
"Yes, brother" I replied, offering a weak smile as I stepped down. "Just... making a new friend." I clutched the red bracelet on my wrist, a tangible reminder of Gail and the secrets we were now bound by.