"When?" Theo's voice cut sharp, his gaze sweeping over the line of maids he had summoned before him. "When did she come?"
The silence was suffocating. None dared to speak, and Lily was still in her place, her face pale. Her fingers fidgeted nervously with her apron, and her eyes avoided his.
His eyes landed on Lily. "You... Tell me."
Lily's hands twisted together in front of her apron, her knuckles white. But she kept her head bowed, lips pressed tightly shut. Not a word left her.
"Tell me!" Theo's tone deepened, sharper, demanding.
Still, Lily said nothing. Her silence was louder than any answer could have been, a wall he couldn't break through.
'Don't tell him anything. Don't worry, he won't find anything. Just do it like this…' Daisy's voice echoed in her mind.
