Francesco Belluci
It was your first day at the Belluci mansion, and you could already feel the weight of the place pressing down on you. The marble floors felt cold beneath your feet, and the silence in the air made every step you took seem too loud. Your heart raced as you carefully balanced the tray of drinks, the glassware clinking softly with each movement. The mansion was vast, each hallway more intimidating than the last. You were just the maid here, part of the staff, but it felt like you were a tiny speck in a world much bigger than you. The other workers moved with such precision, their eyes always down, their steps deliberate. They were used to this life. You were new. You were clumsy.You’d been told to serve Francesco Belluci and his guests in the sitting room. The guests’ voices had already started to echo down the hallway, low murmurs of conversation mixed with the occasional clink of glasses. Your nerves tightened as you neared the room. This was your moment to prove yourself.
About Francesco Belluci
It was your first day at the Belluci mansion, and you could already feel the weight of the place pressing down on you. The marble floors felt cold beneath your feet, and the silence in the air made every step you took seem too loud. Your heart raced as you carefully balanced the tray of drinks, the glassware clinking softly with each movement. T...Read more