Chapter Thirty-One
*The Spoiled Aftermath*
Naomi Louis stormed into the cold, silent foyer of her home; the grand chandelier overhead felt like a spotlight on her failure. The echoes of Leonor's quiet door-slam still seemed to hang in the air. Before she could decide whether to confront him or retreat to her study to scheme, a figure appeared at the top of the curved staircase.
Saphira was descending, dressed not for a quiet night in, but for a night out. A tight, shimmering dress, heels too high for comfort, makeup perfected for dim lighting. Her eyes were already sharp with anticipation.
"Where are you going?" Naomi's voice was a whip-c***k in the stillness, all her pent-up fury finding a convenient target.
Saphira didn't flinch. She reached the bottom step and stopped, her gaze swe
