Selina stepped through the grand entrance of the mansion, her footsteps echoing on the polished tile floor, mingling with the soft glow of chandeliers that hung like jewels from the ceiling.
The ornate decor whispered tales of a bygone elegance, captivating in its age-old charm.
As she traversed the expansive living room in search of the individuals she had been tailing, an elderly voice startled her from behind.
"Are you lost, young lady?"
She turned to find an elderly man clad in a formal black suit advancing toward her. His expression was inscrutable, but his eyes were sharp.
"Uhmm… I'm not lost," Selina stammered, struggling to project confidence.
The elderly man, Butler Jude, squinted at her like a detective. "If you're not lost, you shouldn't be sneaking around," he said, assessing her features. "You don't look familiar. How did you arrive here?"
