The last time I'd seen Carmen's grandfather, it had been in the middle of chaos. Back then, he had seemed terrifying a man exuding raw power and a commanding presence that could crush anyone foolish enough to stand against him.
But as he approached us now, descending the grand staircase of his villa, he looked entirely different. He was dignified, sure, but his expression was warm, his smile welcoming.
"Come in, come in," he said, gesturing toward the massive double doors behind him.
Carmen took my hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze before we followed him inside. The doors opened to reveal an interior that nearly stole my breath.
The villa's foyer was expansive, with soaring ceilings adorned with glittering chandeliers that seemed to be made of crystal and starlight. The floors were polished marble, gleaming so brightly I could practically see my reflection.