POV: Tristan
I walked away from the kitchen.
Not slowly.
But not quickly either.
Just… away.
My footsteps sounded faintly against the polished floor of the mansion as I moved down the hallway, my mind still trying to catch up with everything that had just happened.
Sophie crying.
Naomi standing there—calm, firm and completely unfazed—even with me in the room.
And then… Making Sophie apologize.
To Lucy for that matter.
The cook.
I stopped walking.
My feet came to a halt in the middle of the hallway as the weight of it all settled in.
Sophie didn’t apologize to anyone.
Not unless she felt like it.
Not unless she wanted to.
And yet somehow…
Naomi had made her do it.
She had actually made her apologize.
I stood there, unmoving, my brows slightly furrowed together.
“How was
