Capítulo 26: St. Asuncion Abbey

An old rented car jostled and bounced along the uneven terrain, its tires gripping the gravel with a rhythmic cadence. Dust billowed in the air, trailing the tires' every move as the passengers inside were gently tossed from side to side. Despite the hassle and incessant bumps, the Montarini prince sit at the side neatly, his expression unwavering as if the inconvenient road didn't bother him. His handsome features, accentuated by his impeccably styled black hair, spoke of a serene demeanor that defied the chaotic motion around him and not even the turbulence of the road was able to disturb the air of sophistication that enveloped him.