All through her endless cleaning, Charlotte searched.
Quietly. Carefully. Desperately.
For two full days, she turned the mansion inside out, pretending her focus was only on her chores while her eyes hunted for one thing her phone. Every room had been checked, every corner inspected. The last place left… was his study.
Vittoria had mentioned it once that Gérard spent most of his time working there, and that it remained locked whenever he wasn't around. But Charlotte had been lucky enough to stumble upon a set of spare keys—keys that seemed to belong to every door in the house.
And she was almost certain her phone was inside that study.
Lying in bed that night, exhaustion heavy in her limbs, her thoughts refused to quiet. Tomorrow loomed over her like a storm waiting to break.
Her Luna ceremony.
The thought alone made her chest tighten.
