Meanwhile, in another corner of the country, inside the luxurious suite of a lavish hotel, steam still lingered in the air as a woman stepped out of the bathroom.
Her body was draped in a pristine white robe, posture composed and regal, every movement deliberate as she crossed the polished floor to the table where her phone lay waiting.
The screen lit up at her touch—several missed calls from a familiar number.
Kathrine hesitated, her manicured finger hovering for a moment before she pressed to return the call. Almost instantly, a voice burst through the line, edged with worry.
"Kathrine! Where have you been? Why aren't you answering my calls?" Roseline's words came rapid and frantic, her concern spilling through the receiver.
But far from comforting her daughter, it only deepened Kathrine's irritation.
