Chapter 17 Elena's Suspicions
- Rosalina gently held Elena’s hand as she led her down a long hallway lined with family portraits and softly gleaming crystal chandeliers.
- “This is your room, sweetheart. We didn’t change a thing,” she said softly as she pushed open an ivory-white door with delicate carvings. “The housekeeper cleans it every day.”
- The moment the door opened, a subtle scent of lavender drifted into the air. Gentle rays of the afternoon sun filtered through sheer lace curtains hanging from the high ceiling. The room was spacious and elegant pastel walls, gold-accented furniture, and a large bed with a soft cream canopy. On one side stood a vanity table lined with perfumes and neatly arranged cosmetics, and nearby, a white bookshelf filled with classic novels and colorful journals.