|Carmella|
I sank my body on the plush mattress. Heaving a deep sigh and shutting my eyes tight, my mind still buzzed from the events of the evening. My thoughts drifted back to earlier, to the moment Theodore had asked about my private conversation with Damien. His suspicion had been palpable, his eyes studying me with that cold, calculating gaze he often wore.
Good thing I had acted well. Too well, maybe. My response had been calm, measured, and I’d brushed off his doubts with ease. It had been easy to explain that Damien had only wanted to discuss art, to ask for my recommendations. Theodore had seemed satisfied, but deep down, I wondered if his suspicion had truly disappeared.
I was in deep thoughts thinking about Theodore’s suspicion when the bathroom door creaked open. I froze. I
