Hart Mansion
The grand double doors of the Hart Mansion swung open into the front courtyard, spilling sunlight over polished marble steps that gleamed like liquid gold. The air outside carried the faint scent of roses from the gardens, mingled with the unmistakable tang of fresh car wax.
And there he was~Hector Hart~ larger than life, standing with a smug grin carved deep into his sharp features. His salt-and-pepper hair glinted like silver threads in the sun, and his tailored navy suit looked as though destiny itself had sewn it on him. Hands clasped neatly behind his back, he looked like a magician about to reveal his greatest trick, eyes twinkling with mischief.
