THE GRAND FAVINO MANSION ~ SPAINThe moment Amelia stepped into the grand Favino mansion, her stomach flipped. The place screamed wealth and power, and she could practically feel judgment pressing down on her. The floors gleamed under the chandelier’s golden light, and distant voices murmured somewhere down the hall.Alejandro walked a few steps ahead, his back straight, his face calm. But Amelia could sense the tension radiating off him. Breathe, she told herself. This is Spain. A fresh start.Before she could even speak, a door at the end of the hall swung open, and a sharp, icy voice cut through the air.“Who’s this?”Amelia froze. A tall woman stood there, dressed perfectly, radiating authority and pure disdain.“Mother,” Alejandro said evenly. “This is Amelia.”“Amelia…” Marisa drew the name out, letting it linger with cruel pleasure. “The widow… of my eldest son?”“Yes,” Amelia replied, her voice soft but unwavering. “It’s… a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Favino.”A thin, condesce
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