Blake Estate – Evening
By evening, whispers of what had happened at the boutique had already made their way across the city. Rumors traveled faster than luxury cars, threading through manicures and martinis, sliding across dinner tables and the discreet glow of private chats. By the time Amelia's car glided through the wrought-iron gates and up the long, lantern-lit drive, everyone in the Blake household knew something had transpired~even if no one dared ask.
When the door opened, she swept in like weather. Her heels struck the marble~sharp, precise, relentless. The chandelier above her fractured light into glittering shards that danced over her cheeks and collarbones, catching the fire in her eyes and throwing it back at the walls. Her dress fit like a command. Her posture dared anyone to speak.
