"Bring many guards with us," Salvatore was saying, his deep voice carrying through the room. "Joe will come, and Alben will meet us there. I want you to check everything there. The people, who is coming, and everything."
The guards nodded seriously, but as Milo stepped in, their heads turned simultaneously. The moment their eyes landed on Milo's flushed, nervous face, a collective, subtle grin broke across their expressions.
They looked Milo up and down, making him even more embarrassed.
Milo was sure the news of what Stella had seen in his room had clearly traveled through the household staff.
The guards offered Milo a respectful but highly teasing nod before turning back to Salvatore.
"Understood. We will prepare everything."
Milo swallowed hard, his stomach doing a nervous flip as the guards filed out of the room, their shoulders shaking with silent laughter as they passed him.
