Chapter 51

• The first snowfall of the season was brief, lasting no more than an hour before it melted away, leaving behind only a quiet reminder that winter was here.
• I walked through the vast estate, my steps steady and unhurried. The soft fabric of my white cashmere coat draped elegantly over my shoulders, a delicate white flower pinned into my dark hair. White had become my color of choice since my parents passed—it was a subtle tribute to them, a piece of me that spoke louder than any words could.
• As I entered the room, my eyes immediately found Beatrice. I offered her a composed smile. “Hello, Aunt Beatrice.”