Three days later,
The Romano estate had transformed itself into something far greater than a mere residence. It had become a meticulously dressed stage for diplomacy, veiled rivalry, and quiet war.
The Romano mansion did not scream wealth, it had no need to. It simply breathed it, exuding old money and unshakeable power from every perfectly proportioned arch and shadowed corner. Tall glass panels reflected the soft golden hues of the late afternoon sky, while inside, grand chandeliers scattered muted, elegant light across polished marble floors that gleamed like liquid beneath every careful step.
