Downstairs, at the dining table —
Under Mr. Jones's supervision, dinner had been beautifully laid out. The chefs had prepared everything with great care, to suit everyone's taste and preferences.
Because Arwen had specifically asked Mr. Jones to ensure Selene's likes and dislikes were taken into account, and the old butler had personally visited the kitchen to oversee the preparation of a few dishes of Selene's choice.
As the maids set the final platter on the table, the rhythmic click of heels echoed through the hallway.
They turned toward the sound, only to see Selene walking in with an old woman accompanying.
Though the maids were trained not to speak out of turn, they couldn't help but exchange glances.
The woman looked … striking. She was dressed in comfortable loungewear, with her face fully made up and stilettos clacking against the marble like she was walking a runway. She moved with an air of practiced elegance, as though the dining room was her stage.
