The Alpha mansion buzzed with whispers as Giana settled into the Omega quarters. I'd barely been back from the hospital for two days, but the staff's loyalty was clear in every subtle gesture—the way they conveniently "forgot" to deliver Giana's meals on time, or how the housekeeper accidentally "misplaced" her laundry.
I hadn't orchestrated any of it, but I couldn't deny the small satisfaction it brought me.
I was reviewing Luna duties in the study when Bernard, the butler who had served the Alpha family for decades, knocked on the door frame. His usually impassive face was tight with indignation.
"Miss Aurora," he said, voice rigid with formality, "I've discovered something concerning that requires your attention."
He produced a small velvet box from his pocket, opening it to reveal
