One year later.The once-glorious Rocci family mansion now stood desolate, the vast estate housing only Marco and Jane, who were left with nothing but each other.Having lost their standing in the Family, their new life was worlds apart from the one they once knew.Gone were the scores of servants, the endless social gatherings, and the power to command the city's underworld.Every day, Marco would sit in Eleanor's old room, the space that had been a shrine to Bianca but which they had now painstakingly restored for their daughter.Though little of Eleanor's belongings remained, they desperately tried to piece together what was left of their daughter's life.Jane polished the dust-covered music box until it shone. In the dead of night, she would open it, listening to its simple, sorrowful melody, imagining a young Eleanor practicing the piano in that very room."If only we had paid more attention to her," Jane would often tell herself, her vision blurred by tears.Draven's fate was eve
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