The maids returned before Estelle could gather her thoughts. One moved behind her, hands settling on the handles, and wheeled her inside. The room was lavish with soft lighting, polished floors, and the faint scent of fresh linen and something floral clinging to the air.
"Do you need—"
"That would be all," Estelle cut in smoothly, though her mind was still tangled in Magnus's words.
The maids exchanged a quick glance, then nodded, and a moment later, the door clicked shut behind them with a quiet thud, and silence rushed in, settling over the room.
Estelle sat still, her fingers resting loosely on the armrests. Magnus's voice rushed back into her head. Roman told me, and it made her stomach tighten. "Roman wouldn't throw me under the bus like that," she murmured, the words slipping out before she could stop them.
