Some time before…
A young woman sat in the backseat of an expensive black car, its polished exterior reflecting the morning sunlight, giving it a cool look.
Inside, it was quiet. A bit too quiet.
She wore equally expensive clothes, tailored perfectly to her figure, accentuating her slender legs and her curves. The fabric clung in all the right places, a beige trench coat that covered them, making her appear reserved and composed, hiding what should not be seen, concealing the softness beneath.
Her posture was straight, her chin slightly lifted, with her hands resting neatly on her lap.
Anyone looking at her would see the perfect daughter of a wealthy family.
But the atmosphere inside felt heavy.
Suffocating.
Stella's long golden hair fell neatly down her back, shining faintly with the reflection of the sunlight that filtered through the glass.
Her face was calm, composed on the surface, with each movement refined by years of etiquette lessons and strict upbringing.
