The heavy oak door creaked open, and as I snuck in, I felt like I was acting a scene straight out of a classic detective movie. Moonlight slanted through tall windows, illuminating a grand study lined with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves. A leather sofa sat facing a crackling fireplace, and a massive mahogany desk dominated the center of the room. It was a picture of old-money extravagance, and I felt strangely out of place amidst the leather and wood.
Sneaking into Alexander's father's study felt like a reckless gamble, but desperation had become my unwelcome companion. I needed answers, and this seemed like the most logical place left to look. I was almost certain that I'd lost Alexander anyway after that announcement and Nicola revealing to him that I'd known about the engagement beforehand so I was not about to leave this mansion, without at least finding out something that could help me solve the riddle about Ava that she hadn't written in her diary.