AMELIA

Brilliant golden lights welcomed us as we walked into what I assumeed to be the man's house yet it seemed more like a castle with a rather extravagant design instead of a house.

Roman's expression remained rigid as we stepped in, he was in a bad mood and he wasn't hiding it. It made me stiffen up and feel unsettled walking by his side.

I had no idea who this Mr. Martinez was, though I tried my best to research a bit on him and his wife, I barely got enough info online.

They stayed off social media and didn't like meeting up with the press from what I read.

Though the people considered them a perfect couple, they've done countless charity works, have two teenagers who also engage in charity work…too clean.

“You shouldn't look so glum,” I whispered into Roman's ears as we fell into the hustle of the golden crowd. There was not a tie or necklace out of place. Everyone held themselves with a certain elegance and grace that made it clear they were the top of the crop.

They quietened