The grand Welhaven mansion loomed before them, a monument to wealth and power, its imposing facade bathed in the soft glow of the evening lights. Lottie and Brooke, dressed in their most elegant attire, approached the imposing entrance, their hearts pounding with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation. They were about to confront the past, to claim their place in a legacy that had been shrouded in secrets and lies.
They drove into the grounds of the house in their leased car without too much of a fuss, and the heavy oak doors swung open, revealing a foyer of breathtaking opulence. A butler, his expression impassive, led them through a series of lavishly decorated rooms, their footsteps echoing softly on the marble floors. They were ushered into a grand salon, where an elderly woman sat in a high-backed armchair, her gaze distant, her expression fragile.
