But after what felt like forever, there was still nothing—just the sound of wind and rain swirling through the night.
"No one's here...?" Sophia muttered, her brows furrowed as she shivered violently from the cold.
BOOM!
Suddenly, a thunderclap ripped through the sky, and a jagged bolt of lightning lit up the rain-soaked darkness. For a split second, everything turned stark white, as if the world had been drained of color.
"Who are you looking for?"
A man's voice came out of nowhere, right by Sophia's ear.
She jumped, heart lurching, and spun around. Somewhere behind the iron gate, a young man had appeared—she had no idea when he'd gotten there.
He was dressed sharply in a tailored suit, crisp white shirt, and a bow tie at his collar. A large black umbrella rested in his hand.
His face was pale, but striking—sharp features, deep-set eyes. Handsome, in a cold, almost unreal kind of way.
Sophia stared, stunned and speechless.
"V–Vanessa sent me," she stammered.
