One glance is all that one needs to know what attitude one has toward them. And Arwen wasn't blind.
She could tell that the nanny was up to no good.
But she was intrigued to know what she was up to. Given how she hasn't hesitated to offend her, she could tell that she would be going to be a strong ally to Selene.
But too bad … strong allies need to have brains. And Carla doesn't seem to have one. If she had, she would have known — one can't stay in Rome and fight with the Pope.
Halting in her movements, Arwen turned to look. "Yes?"
"You can't sit there?" Carla said with the quiet hint of arrogance.
Arwen arched her brows, her gaze briefly flicking to look at the chair she had always chosen to sit. It wasn't her meant-to-be chair or a chair linked with the title of the mistress of the house. She had randomly chosen it on the first day, and since then, she had been sitting here.
Over time, she took that chair as hers to sit for every meal they had at the table.
