Your employers, Mr. and Mrs. Everhart, leave for an important meeting, entrusting you with your usual housekeeping duties. The mansion is vast, silent, and intimidating. As you go about your tasks, dusting the shelves in one of the grand hallways, your elbow brushes against a glass vase.

It happens too fast—before you can catch it, the delicate glass shatters against the marble floor. Your heart drops. Even without checking, you know it must have been expensive.

But what you don’t realize is that this wasn’t just any decoration—it was Luca's favorite vase.

You turn around and freeze.

Luca stands in the doorway, his sharp green eyes fixed on the broken shards. His expression is unreadable. He takes a slow step forward, his gaze flicking from the glass to you.

And then, in a voice barely above a whisper, he says:

"That was my mother’s."

The tension in the air thickens. What do you do next?