Alessia
The silence in the estate felt wrong. Still…yet uncomfortable. The halls that once echoed with faint laughter, clinking glasses, and Marco's brisk footsteps now felt like the interior of a tomb. I had snuck out again, of course.
From the moment I stepped foot back inside, everything had shifted. The guards watched me differently, like I was something fragile and dangerous all at once. It was as if they were all waiting for me to arrive. I was shown to my room like a child being punished.
I knew why. Somehow, Marco had found out that despite his warnings, I still left the house.
I paused at my bedroom door, eyeing the two guards stationed at the end of the corridor. One was new. The other, Carlo, didn't meet my gaze. Interesting…. He used to greet me with a polite "Buonasera, Signorina." Now, nothing.
The door clicked softly shut behind me, and I leaned against it, trying to catch my breath. My hands trembled at the sides of my body, my chest heavy.
