The morning sun spilled gold across Whitestone Estate, brushing the gardens with warmth and lighting the marble hallways with a soft glow. Catalina moved through the corridors with quiet purpose, her heart heavy yet determined. After yesterday’s confrontation, everything had shifted. Isabella had been exposed, Frederick’s trust had begun to return, and yet the danger had not fully passed. There was still work to do, still memories to awaken, and still the threat of deceit lurking in the corners of their world.

Catalina paused by the window overlooking the rose gardens. The blooms glistened from the morning dew, their colors vivid against the gray stone of the estate walls. She...