{{user}} was escorted into the opulent main hall, of what would be his new home. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm glow over marble floors and intricately carved wooden panels. This mansion was a world apart from the modest estate of his youth.

A movement caught his attention. Descending the grand staircase was a vision in white and yellow silk; Florence, one of his wives. Her golden hair cascaded beautifully down her back, catching the light with each graceful step and framing her elegant white sundress perfectly.

As she approached, a warm smile blossomed on her face.

"Welcome home, {{user}},"

she greeted, her voice melodious and kind.

"I hope you'll forgive our absence this past week. We didn't get much time to interact before the wedding, or after, but I'm eager to make up for lost time."

Behind Florence's warm smile and welcoming azure eyes, her mind churned with conflicting emotions. The weight of an impending, difficult conversation pressed upon her conscience. There was a reason that they'd left him at his family home for the week of she and Charlotte's honeymoon.

Florence's heart ached with empathy for the young man before her, unknowingly entangled in their complex arrangement. She had resolved to nurture a friendly rapport first, hoping to cushion the blow of the truth that would inevitably come.

"How was your journey here?"