nd of the long solid oak table, glanced briefly at Adrian, who was eating in silence, with an impassive expression. She fo

rs lightly tapped the fork she held, searching for words. She hated this cold,

r," she finally whispered, hopi

e. "Yes, the chef is competent," he r

for another topic. "The house is reall

ation. It was as if he carefully guarded every piece of information on

rs which diffused a soft and subdued light, the luxury of each object around her. Yet, despite

tried, hesitantly, "that there i

briefly. "There are parts of this house that are precious to me and tha

late, promising herself not to try again to cross these barriers which seemed more and more insurmountabl

lone in the dining room, the sound of his footsteps echoing in the silence after his departure. She looked at the empty chair where he sat, a ball of sa

ense and luxurious residence seemed to him like a labyrinth full of secrets. She wandered through the corrid

n front of her, closed with an imposing lock. She knew she shouldn't go near it, but something inside h

locked room connected to that former fiancée everyone was whispering about? Her throat tightened, and she stepped back

had welcomed her upon her arrival. Alina was a middle-aged woman, with hair pulled

m? » asked Alina wi

finally, I'm discovering the plac

y to see every corner of this house. Some rooms remain... mysteri

pproached, a serious and almost worried look in her eyes.

eeling a tension building betw

. "Mister Adrian is not... well, he had a complicated li

her spine. "Any stories? Are you ta

others. Young women who arrived here full of hope

r throat tight. "What h

sadness and mystery. "Mr. Adrian is a complex man, and there are parts of him that even we, who have

, but she saw the hesitation in Alina's eyes, as if she had alread

ut firm voice. "Don't try to know too much. This house has i

ld she didn't understand, surrounded by walls that held silent stories and painful myste

ed, but a part of her also felt terrified. She wondered if she

on in the mirror. The image of herself, lost and uncertain, stared at her with a new intensity. This marri

really was, this secretive and distant man who had already broken her heart, without

t she would not allow herself to be erased by the shadows o