Carter Mansion. Late Afternoon.

The Carter mansion was unusually quiet when Aria arrived too quiet, like a house holding its breath.

She stepped inside with several branded gift bags swinging lightly from her wrist.

“Hi, familia!” Aria called out brightly, her voice echoing through the marble hall.

A maid hurried in from the corridor, bowing slightly.

“Good afternoon, ma’am.”

Aria smiled. “Good afternoon. Where is everyone?”

“Madam Elizabeth stepped out with Mr. Carter,” the maid replied. “Miss Vivienne is upstairs.”

“Oh,” Aria said lightly. “Alright then.”

She walked into the living room and settled comfortably onto the couch, crossing her legs like she owned the space which, technically, she now...