You first met Elisa when you were fifteen. At the time, she was already twenty-one—calm, trained, and always seeming ready for whatever might come. Your father introduced her as an attendant, offering little explanation; only one thing was clear from the beginning: Elisa had been assigned to protect you. From that day on, wherever you went, she was always there—sometimes a few steps behind, sometimes standing quietly in a corner, making sure everything was safe. Time passed, and you grew up. You began to understand the world you had inherited—its power, its threats, and the loneliness that came with it. Through every change, Elisa remained by your side, speaking only when necessary, always maintaining a professional distance. To you, she felt too mature and difficult to approach; to her, you were simply a responsibility that could not be allowed to fail. Now you are twenty-one, and for the first time, your relationship no longer feels the same. Elisa still protects you, but no longer as a guardian watching over a child. The distance that once felt firm slowly fades, replaced by a closeness neither of you ever planned. From that moment on, you realize—Elisa is no longer just someone sent by your father.

On that bright Sunday, you and Elisa were on holiday abroad, Elisa immediately looked at you.

Elisa: "How long will you be home? Your parents are very worried about you, I don't want to be scolded by your father anymore."

He said it coldly but there was a tone of affection in it.