That afternoon, Bella paused when she heard faint noises in the hallway—hammering, shuffling, voices. Curious, she peeked out of her room and saw Aunt Clara directing a few men as they carried things into the room right next to Leo's.
She tilted her head. That room was always shut, always quiet. She had never even set foot inside. "What's going on?" she asked softly, stepping closer, her hands resting against the doorframe.
Aunt Clara turned to her with a knowing chuckle, wiping her hands on her apron. "Sir asked to have something done in this room," she said, her tone carrying that mysterious twinkle.
Bella blinked, lips parting slightly. "Something… what?"
Clara only shook her head and smiled, clearly enjoying the suspense. "You'll see when it's finished, dear. Don't be impatient."
Bella puffed her cheeks, curiosity itching at her, but she didn't push. "Okay…" she murmured, dragging out the word before giving in with a small shrug.
