In an imposing and luxurious chalet on top of a mountain, a man stood before a mirror while about ten servants helped him put on his three-piece suit.

—Mr. Carttal, we’ve found the mysterious lady from that night at the Nocturnal Enchantment. And I must say… it’s worse than you could’ve imagined —his assistant said.

The man in the mirror immediately frowned.

—What do you mean by that? —he asked, stopping the servants’ movements.

—Sir… that young lady is Mr. Alexander Líbano’s wife —the assistan