Aliana’s POV

I smiled, shaking my head as I got into the passenger seat. Sandy and Mercy sat in the back, Sandy excitedly pointing out random buildings and signs as we left the airport behind.

The drive was long enough for the nerves to settle and for reality to start sinking in. Europe felt different—calmer, quieter, and yet, full of possibilities.

When we finally pulled up to the house, my breath caught in my throat.

It was beautiful.

A grand estate with modern architecture and classic charm, nestled near the countryside yet close enough to the city. The white stone walls gleamed in the sunlight, large glass windows allowing the...