Natasha's POV

The next day, the time is 8:33am.

The early morning sun casts its gentle rays across the compound, bathing everything in a soft, golden glow. I stand by the window, taking in the serene beauty of the surrounding gardens. The tranquility of the moment is interrupted by the distant sound of approaching vehicles. Curiosity piques within me, and I wonder who could be arriving at such an early hour.

As the vehicles draw closer, the low hum of engines fills the air. I watch intently, my eyes scanning the driveway, eager to catch a glimpse of the visitors. The anticipation builds, but my view is partially obstructed by the lush foliage that adorns the entrance.

Unable to contain my curiosity any longer, I step closer to the window, hoping for a clearer view. The sound of car doors opening and closing reaches my ears, accompanied by the muffled voices of unfamiliar individuals. My heart quickens its pace, and I find myself growing more intrigued by the moment.

Yet, as the minutes pass, the e