"Giovane padrone Liam is back!"
The butler's voice echoed through the marble halls, half a shout, half an announcement. He had barely caught sight of the sleek black car pulling up at the entrance before hurrying outside, eager to assist the young master with his bags.
But Liam brushed past him, his focus far from the family's formalities or their elaborate traditions of welcome.
"Where's my sister?" he asked sharply, handing the man his jacket without waiting for a reply.
"On the third floor, sir," the butler replied quickly, bowing.
Liam started toward the grand staircase but stopped midway, glancing toward the elevator instead. Impatience won. He crossed the foyer and pressed the button, his pulse quickening.
