Christian couldn't stop staring.Sitting in the backseat with Emma, he tilted his head slightly and let his eyes rest on her for what felt like the hundredth time. She hadnât noticed â or at least, she pretended not to â but Christian didnât even try to be discreet anymore. How could he? The gown she had on tonight⌠it wasnât the kind of clothes he'd seen Emma wear. It hugged her frame in a way that wasnât too revealing for him, but still managed to leave just enough to the imagination.He caught her shifting awkwardly, pretending to fix a nonexistent wrinkle in the fabric. Her hand moved, slightly tugging the hem of the gown. Christianâs lips twitched, barely suppressing a smile.Ah, this had to be Sophieâs doing.Emma wasnât the type to pick out something like this on her own â not because she couldnât pull it off, but because she was too modest to wear anything that put her in the spotlight. Sophie, however, had no such rest
Emma stepped into the sitting room, brushing her hand down her plain jeans as she looked at the two people curled up on the couch.âAll right, Iâm ready,â she said.Sophie and Claire turned to look at her at the same time. The moment Sophie saw Emma, her face changed into a frown.âTerrible,â she muttered, shaking her head.Emma raised an eyebrow just as Sophie nudged Claire. âWhat do you think, Claire?âClaire looked a bit uncomfortable, caught between standing by her mother and staying loyal to her godmother. Her eyes paused briefly on Emmaâs simple jeans and T-shirt before she gave a small smile. âMum has other⌠nicer clothes.âSophie quickly held up her palm and high-fived Claire with pride.Emma rolled her eyes at both of them. âYou two are unbelievable. Iâm not going on a formal date or anything. Christianâs just taking me to pick out a dress for the banquet.ââAnd?â Sophie replied with a wave of her hand. âDoes it matter where youâre going? If Christian is TAKING YOU OUT, you
Emma took a deep breath for what felt like the hundredth time. Her fingers trembled slightly as she reached out toward the doorbell of Christianâs apartment.She paused, her hand hovering just inches from the button, hesitating.It wasnât like her to hesitate this much. But this time, the uncertainty gnawed at her more than usual.Since last night, Christian had barely said anything. Not a single word after that final, quiet dismissal â "What I donât need most is your apology.âThe drive home had been filled with an uncomfortable silence, neither of them speaking. When sheâd invited him into her apartment for dinner, heâd turned her down, saying heâd already eaten earlier.That moment had lingered in her mind all night.Emma hadnât slept well. Sheâd tossed and turned, the weight of guilt settling deeper into her chest.She hated not being able to ascertain Christian's feelings. Was he angry? Disappointed? Did he simply not care anymore? She didnât have answers, only speculation, and t
âWhat are you looking for?âThe silence after the question felt like a blade slicing through the morning air.Isabelâs breath hitched, and she looked like someone had yanked the soul out of her body. Her mouth opened, then closed again. She tried to speak, but her lips quivered too much to form words.Mathew stood just a few meters away, having risen from the nursery beds where he had been tending to a cluster of delicate seedlings. Dirt clung to his palms and the knees of his trousers were soiled, but his expression was calmâalmost too calm.He had been crouched just a few distance behind the tall hedges, lost in his quiet work. None of the women had noticed him. Their voices, rising with tension, had broken through what he was doing and caught his attention.At first, Mathew didn't even like gardening. It wasnât his thing. But some time ago, during one of Claireâs visits to his home, she had pleaded with him to plant flowers with her. She had been so full of joy, running through the
The chill in Allison's words stunned Isabel. She sat frozen, her breath catching in her throat.Her face went pale, almost as if someone had slapped her.âAllison!â Isabel finally gasped, covering her daughterâs mouth in panic. Her eyes darted around the secluded garden, scanning for anyone who might have overheard. Though they had deliberately sat behind the hedges for privacy, Isabel didnât trust the house enough. Servants could lurk anywhere, and walls had ears.âAre you out of your mind?!â Isabel whispered hoarsely, her eyes darting toward the door. Her face had drained of all color, lips trembling as she looked around again.âDo you want to get us killed? Do you?!âBut Allison roughly shoved her motherâs hand away and shifted back, disgust written all over her face. Her cold eyes glared back.âThereâs no one here,â she said icily. âAnd even if there was, theyâre our people... they work for us. They wouldnât dare say a word.â
The next day, Allison went to visit her mother. She hadnât planned to go so early, but after everything that happened last night, she couldnât sleep. Her heart was heavy, and her mind wouldnât rest.When she arrived, Isabel was seated at the head of the table, gracefully eating breakfast while reading some fashion news from her phone. she was laughing about a celebrity's fashion sense when Allison made her presence known.âMom,â Allison called out as she stepped into the dining area.âAllison?â Isabel looked up, surprised to see her. âYouâre here early. Come sit with me. Have you eaten?âShe was about to call a servant to bring another plate, but Allison raised her hand.âNo, donât bother,â Allison said. âIâm not hungry.âSomething in her voice made Isabel pause. She motioned the servant away and patted the seat beside her. Allison sat down, folding her arms tightly. Her expression was pale, lips pressed into a thin line.Isabel narrowed her eyes, immediately sensing something was wro