India paced back and forth alone in the courtyard, her expression serious and gloomy as she held her phone in her hand, dialing a number, the phone hanging on her ear each time she called. The phone rang several times as she kept redialing over and over but there was no response. India hadn't been able to get hold of herself since the text she got in her office that says, "Now, I have a task for you." India stomped her feet in frustration, her eyes filling with unshed tears. She walked up to the wooden bench at one side of the courtyard and sat down, dropping her phone as her face buried in her palms. The warm morning sun shone down on the lush greenery of the courtyard, the gentle breeze rustling the leaves of the towering trees that lined the perimeter. India's shoulders rose and fell with each deep, shaky breath she took, trying to compose herself. The weight of whatever was troubling her seemed to press down upon her, making it difficult to breathe. Ju

India sat at the dining table, absentmindedly scrolling through her phone as she finished her breakfast. India's lips curled into a small smile as she read through a particularly promising email from one of their business partners. Things seemed to have been going well for the company lately, and she felt a sense of pride swell within her. Just then, India's mother approached the table, a kind smile on her face. "Good morning, dear," she said, her voice soft and gentle. India looked up, her smile widening as she greeted her mother. "Good morning, Maria," she replied, her tone cheerful. "You look stunning today? I love your outfit." Maria tilted her head slightly, her brow furrowing with curiosity. "Well, thank you... I can't remember the last time you actually genuinely compliment my outfit, thanks. You seem to be in a very good mood this morning," she observed. "May I ask what has you smiling so much? And I want to believe that's the reason you complimented me

A sleek black sedan glided effortlessly into the driveway of the Hiram Decks Hotel, its polished exterior reflecting the grandeur of the imposing structure before it. Nestled in the heart of Launceston, the Hiram Decks Hotel was a bastion of luxury and exclusivity, its reputation for unparalleled service and security drawing in the city's most influential and discerning clientele. It happened to be the third most sort after Hotel after The Loughty House and The Gremlins Resort. As the car gently swerved into the expansive parking lot, the presence of the two occupants instantly commanded attention. India Avendano, her regal bearing and striking features, exuded an air of confidence that belied her youthful appearance and beside her was her father. Alighting from the vehicle, India and Xavier were immediately greeted by a flurry of activity. Ladies in crisp, uniform attire scurried to attend to them, their movements efficient. However, even though this was li

India paced back and forth in the hallway, her mind racing with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation. She glanced at her wristwatch every few seconds, her heart pounding in her chest as she waited for Marcus to arrive. The seconds ticked by like an eternity, and finally, her eyes caught sight of Marcus making his way towards her down the long corridor. India frowned, a hint of anger flickering in her gaze as Marcus approached. "What took you so long? Must you prove to me, your irresponsibility," she demanded, her voice sharp and accusatory. Marcus bowed his head slightly, a gesture of respect and apology. "I'm sorry, Lady Avendano," he said, his tone sincere. "I was delayed by the supervisor. There was a last-minute issue that needed my attention." India's eyes narrowed, and she reached out, grabbing Marcus's shoulder and turning him to face her directly. "Did anyone find out about what I asked you to do? Did the supervisor ask you anything? Tell me now!"

The warm, golden morning light filtered through the grand windows of the Avendano Villa, casting a soft glow over the bustling scene of event planners and staff decorating the lavish space. India and her mother slowly meandered through the villa, surveying the transformation unfolding before their eyes. India couldn't discuss what happened at where she went to anyone, not even Marcus. Marcus tried to make enquiries, but she only brushed it off. Whoever it was refused to send the tasks they wanted her to fulfil and this only made her grew more nervous. India's gaze swept over the intricate floral arrangements adorning the tables and mantles, the delicate crystal chandeliers casting a dazzling shimmer, and the pristine white linens that draped elegantly across every surface. As they continued their stroll, Maria's expression suddenly shifted, her brow furrowing with a mix of concern and contemplation. India noticed the change immediately, and turned to face her