Thomas noticed her red eyes and the streaks of tears on her face that Rose had haphazardly tried to wipe away. She looked startled to see them, as though she had been expecting someone else.
"Lord T'omas, Lord Paul," Rose called, and Thomas' brows furrowed.
He didn't particularly hate it when she called him that, but he couldn't help but react. She curtsied, bowing her head to hide her face from them.
"Is it a bad time?" Paul was the one who broke the silence. His voice was heavy with concern as he asked.
"No, not at all," Rose said, but she kept her face down.
She knew just how bad she looked from all the crying. If she had known it was Lord Paul and Lord Thomas at the door, she would have at least tried to make herself a little presentable.
"Right this way, please." She turned her back to them and tried to wipe at her face as best as she could, cleaning most of the tears.
