A good or bad news?
Daphne's POV
The door burst open before I could reach it, and Ambrose filled the frame, his broad shoulders tense. His sharp eyes scanned the room, worry etched into his usually stoic face. The moment he saw me standing there, alive and unharmed, the tension in his jaw softened, though his frown lingered.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice rough. “We thought something bad happened. You weren’t picking up your calls.”
My heart was still hammering from the loud knocks, fear twisting my stomach into knots. I had been so sure I had angered Troy, picturing his temper flaring like it had with the chefs. I forced a shaky smile, brushing my hair behind my ear. “I… I put my phone aside,” I said, my voice wobbling. “I got caught up in my imagination trying on all those clot
