Sophia descended the grand staircase of the mansion with careful, measured steps, her pulse quickening with each movement.
The cool air greeted her as she stepped outside, her gaze flickering toward the sleek black car parked by the curb.
The vehicle's back door stood open, an unspoken command from Arthur's men who waited in rigid silence. With a deep breath, she crossed the short distance, slipping into the car's dimly lit interior. The door clicked shut behind her, sealing her inside.
She sat stiffly against the plush leather seat, her hands gripping the fabric of her dress as unease settled deep in her chest.
Every second felt agonizingly slow, each moment stretching as she willed the journey to be over. Not just the drive—but everything.
