Meanwhile, Andrea sits in the grand living room, the soft hum of the air conditioning barely cutting through the tension she feels. The lingering effects of their brunch conversation still swirl in her mind. She absently twirls a strand of her hair as she contemplates her next move.
Outside, the lush greenery outside the windows contrasts sharply with Andrea's mood. She's always been the one in control, the one others flocked to, but this time things feel different. Christian's loyalty to Marilena was apparent, and that gnaws at her.
Unable to sit still any longer, Andrea stands and makes her way to her parents' private library. The polished wooden floors echo softly beneath her heels as she walks, her mind still racing with possibilities.