CHAPTER 180 COMING HOME

Minerva The warmth of the evening sun bathed the mansion in a soft, golden glow as I walked home. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, each one fighting for dominance. Dominic. His name alone sent shivers down my spine—a mixture of excitement and anxiety. I could still feel the lingering sensation of his mark on my skin, hidden beneath layers of enchantment that Meredith had carefully crafted for me. As I approached our house, I could see the familiar silhouette of my mother through the kitchen window. She was busy with dinner; her movements were precise and rhythmic, a dance she had perfected over the years. I took a deep breath, hoping to mask the turmoil within me, and stepped inside. “Minerva, is that you?” My mom called out, her voice laced with the comfort of routine. “Yes, Mom, it’s me,” I replied, trying to keep my tone as normal as possible. I set my bag down and walked into the kitchen. The smell of spices and freshly baked bread filled the air, a testament to my mother'