Soraya's POV
The living room felt too small for the kind of tension sitting in it.
The walls seemed to press in on me, the air heavy with unspoken fear and waiting. Every second stretched like it might shatter.
Jenny paced from one end to the other, wringing her hands nervously. Pa James sat stiffly on his wooden chair, while Ma Cecilia stood near the window, glancing outside every few seconds as though expecting either danger—or a miracle.
Jenny finally stopped in front of me. "Maria… are you sure she'll really come?"
I nodded, even though my heart was thudding wildly in my chest. "She will."
I clenched my fists behind my back, praying silently that I hadn't staked everything on blind hope.
Jenny hesitated. "And… do you think she'll remember the address?"
"Yes," I said quickly. "The palace guard already came for it. He'll bring her. Just—just relax, Jenny."
Easier said than done.
