Lucrezia's gaze lingered on the blonde as she slowed her steps, a faint crease forming between her brows.
What was she doing here?
This side of the wing wasn't meant for permanent residents here like Carla. It was more of a guesthouse, quieter and reserved for those who were considered visitors like Lucrezia herself.
Carla's room was on the other side of the wing where Lucrezia had stayed while she was serving as a maidservant. So Carla's presence here right now didn't make any sense.
But Lucrezia didn't stop.
She cleared her throat softly and continued forward, keeping her posture straight and refusing to let the unease show in her stride.
Ahead, Carla leaned against the golden railings that lined the corridor, her arms folded loosely across her chest while she watched Lucrezia come forward.
She didn't move an inch or blink. She just watched the girl fervently.
