章 31: Obsession.

In the Moretti estate's opulent library, a space of hushed reverence and gilded splendor, one might expect to find a young lady immersed in the classics. Yet, this was where, a fifteen-year-old young lady was perched precariously on the window seat, her gaze lost in the pages of a forbidden romance. Clad in a sapphire gown adorned with golden filigree, she was a vision of youthful defiance against the library's austere elegance. Her blonde hair, unbound and cascading like a sunlit stream, framed a face flushed with a secret passion.

'Achille,' the name echoed in her mind, as she delicately traced the curves of her lips with her index finger, lost in thought, her mind wandering to the scene in the novel she was reading. 

"My goodness," she whispered to herself, "is the real thing truly as divine?" Her lips parted in a silent gasp as her imagination ran wild, envisioning herself entwined in a tender embrace with Achille.