Back in the capital, Rosalie sat before her vanity, thinking of her recent conversation with the town guards. Nothing made sense, and since the ball, her doubts continued to grow.
Cole resumed his usual activities, claiming his innocence in the matter.
There were yet to be any suspects for the attack.
Rosalie brushed her hair with gentle strokes. She stared at her reflection in the mirror, trying to determine whether she had the strength to face what she was up against.
How had everyone's lives gone back to normal, yet she was the only one disturbed by the death?
Rosalie wanted to solve the murder, but Cole pushed for her to move on. She wanted to speak to Victoria, but as of late, Victoria had been distant as well.
The sound of the door opening filled the chamber, alerting Rosalie to Cole's presence.
Rosalie's gaze went from her reflection to Cole's.
