Daisy froze in the doorway, her hand still on the knob, her face a mix of shock and guilt. Her eyes darted between Annabelle, who was breathless and straddling Derek, and Derek, whose face was unreadable behind his sunglasses but whose stiff posture betrayed his tension.
Annabelle scrambled off Derek, her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and rage. “Daisy, what on earth do you think you’re doing?!”
“I—I didn’t mean to interrupt,” Daisy stammered, though her tone carried an undercurrent of insincerity. “I was just bringing Mr. Morano his tea.”
Annabelle’s glare sharpened. “Tea? You couldn’t knock first?”
Daisy’s lips twitched into a subtle smirk, though she quickly masked it with an expression of feigned innocence. “I didn’t think I needed to knock. I’m here to serve Mr
