The morning sun at the Aethelgard estate shone fiercely, reflecting off the marble floors that gleamed from the maids' hard work.
Olivia moved quickly, her hands efficiently managing Lady Ophilia's gown, but her mind was completely elsewhere. As she adjusted the lace on Lady Ophilia's shoulder, her eyes darted toward Javien, who stood as rigid as a statue behind their lady.
Javien looked calm, his face devoid of emotion, as if the mysterious conversation from last night had never happened.
Every time their eyes met through the vanity mirror, Javien would immediately avert his gaze, remaining focused on his duty as a guardian.
Olivia bit her lip. She wanted to ask. She wanted to know about that 'seven years'. Yet, every passing second felt stolen by Lady Ophilia's packed schedule.
"Olivia, could you prepare tea in the garden? The weather is beautiful today, I'd like to have it under that shady tree," Lady Ophilia said with a sweet smile.
