The morning had been bright and warm as Valerius family stepped outside the mansion to explore the nearby town. Narrow cobblestone streets twisted through sunlit piazzas, cafes spilled onto the sidewalks, and the smell of freshly baked focaccia mingled with the scent of blooming flowers.
They wandered through the streets, admiring the pastel-colored buildings, window boxes full of flowers, and artisans selling hand-painted ceramics. Isabella laughed as Leo tried, and failed, to bargain in broken Italian, while Christian quietly observed, occasionally stopping to take in the architecture.
"It's beautiful here," Isabella said, her fingers brushing the soft petals of a flower on a balcony. "I can't wait to see more… and I wonder what the mansion looks like from the gardens."
"Let's not get lost in dreaming," Christian replied with a small smile. "There's still much to see—and soon enough, lunch with the family."
By early afternoon, they returned to Ashwell Mansion. The dining room had been transformed for the midday meal. Crystal glasses sparkled under the chandelier, polished silverware lined the table, and trays of freshly prepared dishes filled the room with rich aromas.
Isabella's heart quickened as the Ashwells entered. Not Elijah, but his father, Lucien Ashwell, and other family members moved with calm authority, their manners precise, yet their smiles welcoming. Christian greeted them formally, and a polite exchange of bows and handshakes followed.
"Mr. Valerius," Lucien said, his deep voice resonating through the room, "it is a pleasure to finally welcome you to Ashwell Mansion. And your children as well." Christian inclined his head. "The pleasure is ours. I trust you've heard of the agreement signed long ago?" Lucien's eyes flickered briefly with acknowledgment. "Indeed. That arrangement has brought us to this day. We are honored you have joined us."
Isabella sat quietly, absorbing every detail—the gold embroidery on the chair backs, the quiet nods of servants, the richness of the table. She noticed how polished and controlled the Ashwell family appeared. They were power and wealth embodied, yet their attention was carefully measured.
Her curiosity surged. Who is getting married? she wondered again. And why were we chosen to come here? But no answers came. The adults discussed arrangements, alliances, and obligations, leaving Isabella with the feeling that the real story had yet to be revealed.
The meal continued with fine wines, roasted meats, and delicate pastries. Isabella tried to focus on polite conversation, while sneaking glances at the family members. She noticed the careful way Lucien's eyes seemed to appraise her and her siblings, and how Christian appeared slightly tense, reminded of the old contract he had signed.
Leo whispered across the table, "They're intimidating, aren't they?"
Isabella nodded subtly, her thoughts spinning. And they haven't even met Elijah yet. She tried to calm her pulse, but a faint ache at her neck reminded her of last night. She touched it discreetly under her collar, and a shiver ran through her. For now, she told herself, it was a day of observation. Questions would have to wait. And yet, in the back of her mind, one thought remained: Ashwell Mansion, its family, and the secret they were all guarding… were far from ordinary.