The mansion felt too quiet. The guards stood straight and stared ahead, avoiding each other's eyes. The air felt tense.Damon entered her room with a stern expression. He held a dark blue dress that was simple, covering her arms and reaching her knees. "Put this on," he said flatly. "Say nothing. Smile. Speak only if he asks you a question."It was a uniform. She slipped it on.A black car arrived. A man stepped out. He was shorter, older, and used a cane. His hair was white, and he walked slowly.This was Don Roberto, Damon's father.He saw Violetta and smiled warmly, his smile reaching his eyes. He took her hand, and his skin felt soft. "My dear," he said kindly. "You are even more beautiful than my son described. A true prize."He seemed nice and gentle. Violetta glanced at Damon. Why was he so afraid of this kind old man?They went to a sitting room where Lucian was waiting. He leaned against the wall, wearing his sly smile.Don Roberto settled into the biggest chair, resting
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