Joanna POV:
Joanna walked up the steps to the Weston estate, her heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and excitement. She smoothed down her dress, making sure every detail was perfect.
It was always important to make a good impression on Arec's grandmother, especially now that things were finally moving in the direction she had hoped for so long.
The door was opened by one of the household staff, who greeted her with a respectful nod before ushering her inside. The grand foyer, with its marble floors and glittering chandelier, was as imposing as ever, but Joanna had long since gotten used to its grandeur. Today, however, everything felt a little more significant, a little more loaded with meaning.
She was here for a reason.
"Arec's grandmother is in the parlor, Miss Joanna," the servant said, leading her through the opulent halls. Joanna followed, her mind racing with thoughts of what was to come.
