On the second floor of the quiet mansion, Aliana's footsteps remained light and elegant even while her pulse raced beneath her skin.
Her eyes lowered towards the plate she was holding, and her fingers unconsciously tightened around it as Winston's words from earlier replayed vividly inside her head.
"There must be quite a few guests who often visit this mansion, aren't there?"
The butler had blinked in mild surprise before answering smoothly, "Actually, no, Madam. Hardly anyone ever visits here apart from Master Cillian and a couple of others related to work. In fact, you are the first person to ever visit and stay here, Madam.
Her eyes had widened in genuine astonishment at the revelation.
But to clear any lingering doubts, she folded her arms, adopting a deceptively playful tone.
