Chapter 11

• Luciana’s POV
• My footsteps barely made a sound against the polished floors, but the silence of the house was suffocating, swallowing every breath, every heartbeat. The air was thick, heavy in a way that made my skin prickle.
• I kept my head down as I descended the grand staircase, the hem of my uniform brushing against my ankles. My hands were still damp from rushing through my morning routine, my nerves still raw from the woman in the red suit’s biting words.