The clock struck 5 o'clock in the morning, enveloping the surroundings in a hushed serenity. The sky painted itself in delicate hues, heralding the imminent arrival of the sun.
For Ashton, these early morning strolls had transformed into contemplative, somber journeys. The once familiar companions, Rider and Drake, were noticeably absent. In just a few quiet days, a profound shift had occurred. Murmurs and speculations permeated the air, centered around the small-town girl now dwelling in the mansion.
Gossip echoed through every corridor, suggesting she was Ashton's mistress or worse, a mere harlot. All eyes thirsted for a glimpse of her, yearning to witness and decipher the mysterious dynamics unfolding within the elegant, concrete walls.
Access to the mansion was strictly restricted f
