Bianca emerged from the verdant embrace of the villa's garden, her steps pausing abruptly as Achille descended the grand staircase with an urgency unbecoming of a gentleman. His movements were swift, almost frantic, as he tugged at his impeccably tailored suit, his long limbs a blur against the marble backdrop.
'Why is he in such haste?' Bianca wondered, her gaze lingering on his face as she observed him staring vacantly ahead, a flicker of concern ignited within Bianca as she observed his distracted gaze.
Something was amiss today, like a faint discord in the sweet serenade of their daily routine. His countenance, normally etched with a charming nonchalance, was now taut with an unfamiliar tension, leaving Bianca with a sense of unease. She watched as he departed the villa, the soft rustle of the cypress trees and the distant chime of the campanile accompanying his hurried footsteps.
