Tomorrow night. The old Falconer Estate. You know the place…
Stella stood still, the phone loose in her hand, her gaze fixed on nothing. Lucas’s voice lingered, sharp and mocking, but she didn’t let it show. Her face stayed composed, posture unbroken.
Footsteps behind her, soft and measured, respectful. A man emerged from the shadows, her confidant, the one who had stood at her side since childhood. His voice low, steady, without hesitation.
“Lady Princess,” he said. “Your mother and father have been waiting. Should we…”
Stella didn’t turn. Her eyes stayed on the darkened window, her reflection faint against the glass. Her voice calm, clipped, almost detached. “What about it…”
The confidant paused, then answered with a phrase that carried weight only she could understand. “It is about
