Estelle's pulse pounded in her ears, but her face didn't show it. Instead, she smoothed her expression into something almost pleasant.
Magnus's gaze settled on her, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "I understand you asked for my wife's room," he said.
Of course they told him. Estelle adjusted slightly in her chair, straightening her back, lifting her chin just a fraction higher. "I asked for the room fitting the lady of the house," she replied calmly. "I simply needed my own space, something more comfortable."
Vance let out a quiet scoff, shaking his head. "She wants to get comfortable," he muttered, the disapproval clear in his tone. "You could have chosen any room."
Estelle's eyes slid to him, slowly, a faint smirk touching her lips. "Isn't that room meant for the lady of the house?" she asked, her voice light, but pointed. Then she turned her attention back to Magnus, as if Vance no longer mattered.
