Layla stepped out of the car, her eyes lighting up with excitement as she took in the lush greenery surrounding her. The rolling hills of Umbria stretched out in the distance. In front of her stood an ancient stone house.
"So, you've finally made it!" A deep voice rang out, drawing their attention. At the top of the stone steps stood a man with a warm smile, arms crossed casually as he leaned against the doorway. He walked to them after a moment.
"Demitri," Lucius greeted, striding forward with purpose. The two men exchanged a firm handshake before pulling each other into a brief, brotherly hug.
Lucius turned to Layla, who had been watching the exchange with curious eyes. "This is my wife, Layla Rosenzweig De Salvo," he said, his voice filled with quiet pride. "Layla, meet Demitri Velkazh."
Demitri stepped forward, extending his hand with a smile. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Layla. I've heard a lot about you."
