Chapter 50

• Chapter 50
• Aurora’s heart pounded as she walked up the long, winding driveway toward Marco’s house. The iron gates swung open before she even touched them, as if they recognized her. She stepped onto the perfectly manicured lawn, awestruck by the sight before her.
• The mansion rose in tiers of pale marble and glass, nestled among cypress trees and fountains that glimmered in the late afternoon sun. At least two stories high, the facade stretched so wide she couldn’t see the edges. It looked like a palace—elegant, serene, and impossibly grand.