The early morning light radiated delicate tones across the landscape, painting Jeanne's journey to Adrian's mansion with a sense of quiet determination.
She asked the security men to call the butler to open the door, as the doorbell could make a nuisance of a noise and announce her arrival.
The gravel crunched beneath her footsteps as she approached the grand entrance, her heart beating in tandem with the rhythm of her resolve. She had to see him, to mend the fracture between them, no matter how evasive he had been.
Pushing open the door, she entered the hushed mansion, her steps muffled by the plush carpeting. Her eyes swept over the opulent surroundings, the familiarity now tainted with the echo of their separation. She moved with purpose, drawn like a moth to a flame, to his bedroom
