Lady Evelina let the silence linger for a brief moment before turning away as though the interruption had never happened. "Now," she said, smoothing her sleeve lightly, "we have wasted enough time. Return to your positions. We will begin with posture and composure."
Rosalind remained where she was for a moment, her thoughts unsettled as she slowly turned to look at Rowan, the one who had stopped her from disgracing herself.
His hands were now lowered at his sides, his posture calm and steady as he stood there.
Something about him felt different, but she could not quite place what it was.
She thought to speak, but no words came. Instead, she held his gaze briefly before looking away, confusion settling quietly in her chest.
Her footman was behaving strangely, and Rosalind could no longer dismiss it as normal.
