Chapter 91

Valeria’s POV

I entered a dining room that felt almost regal, the kind of room that invited reverence. A polished, four-seater wooden table dominated the space, its surface gleaming under the warm, intimate light. The craftsmanship was beautiful, a reminder of the table my father once had. It felt oddly nostalgic, though I tried to push that thought away. The décor was a touch extravagant, befitti