The slam of the door behind me echoed through the villa's hallway, but it did nothing to calm the storm in my mind. Alessandro and Ezran… two men who claimed to love me, yet seemed more determined to fight for an illusory control over my life.
I stopped at the foot of the stairs, leaning on the railing for a moment. My breath was short, as if the air itself was failing me. The vast, bright space of the villa suddenly felt oppressive, every wall laden with memories, secrets, and fleeting glances in the shadows.
"Mrs. Valenti?"
The soft voice of Teresa, the housekeeper, pulled me from my thoughts. She stood a few steps away, a clean towel in her arms, her expression filled with concern.
"Are you alright? You look pale. Maybe you should rest a little."
I shook my head gently, trying to offer her a reassuring smile. "No, I'm fine, Teresa. Thank you."