Amelie walked alongside North, her steps guided by the memory of his presence. She kept her emotions hidden, her trust scarce in this unfamiliar setting. She knew better than to confide in anyone, especially when her life had become entangled in a web of intrigue.
As they moved through the mansion's grand corridors, Amelie's thoughts were a whirlwind of questions and suspicions. What did Gerard Huxley truly want with her? How was her past connected to her present, and what lay ahead in this month that she was to spend in his mansion?
She refrained from speaking further, her fingers lightly grazing the luxurious furnishings that surrounded her. Her silence was her defense, and her attentiveness was her shield. Amelie would tread carefully, knowing that every step she took could be a revel
