Elaria walked in, catching Clarence and Mrs. Harmon completely off guard.
The atmosphere was... complicated. You didn't need to be a genius to sense something had gone down between those two.
The wind outside was hot and restless.
A gust blew Clarence's hair back, lifted the hem of Mrs. Harmon's extravagant dress, and brushed silkily against Elaria's arm-it was soft, smooth, unmistakably high-end fabric.
They stood there in silence for a beat before Mrs. Harmon, voice a little scratchy, said, "I'm not feeling too well. Mrs. Richards, would you mind helping me inside to rest?"
Elaria nodded with a gentle smile. "Of course. I was just coming to check on you. I've been worried about your health."
Mrs. Harmon looked a bit more at ease. She patted Elaria's hand and said, "It
