The house was silent when Luana arrived. I had already prepared everything—the atmosphere, the details, every corner of the room seemed to conspire in favor of what I wanted to happen. She entered with that look of curiosity, mixed with a touch of hesitation, like someone who senses she is about to enter territory that doesn't entirely belong to her, but which, at the same time, she wants to explore."Good evening, Luana," I said, my voice firm but low, letting each word carry authority. She responded with a slight nod, without saying much. I knew that at that moment, any gesture from her already spoke louder than words.