Across town, in a spacious and elegantly decorated dining room, Helena and Victor are seated at the long dining table, enjoying a quiet brunch. Sunlight filters through the tall windows, casting a soft glow on the spread of pastries, fruits, and freshly brewed coffee before them.
Helena sets down her coffee cup and glances at Victor. "Well, our daughter had quite the evening last night, didn't she?" Her tone is laced with a subtle edge, hinting at a mix of curiosity and concern.
Victor sighs, stirring his coffee slowly. "Yes, she did seem a bit... unsettled when she came home. This Marilena—Christian's so-called girlfriend—seems to have rattled her." He raises an eyebrow as he takes a sip.
Helena's gaze sharpens. "I've heard enough about this Marilena. From what Andrea said, she's not like the women Christian used to bring around. She sounds... stubborn."
