Sunlight filtered through stained glass as Stella mopped the grand foyer in silence.
She didn't hear the approaching footsteps until the doors slammed open.
Two guards entered, flanking Rebecca.
Joseph followed, his shoulder bandaged, expression dark.
“What's going on?" Stella asked, straightening.
Rebecca lifted a velvet-lined box and flung it to the floor.
Heirloom jewels spilled across the marble—rings, brooches, antique wolf-fang pendants.
Rebecca pointed dramatically. “These were found under her mattress."
Gasps echoed. Servants gathered in doorways, eyes wide.
Stella blinked. “That's not possible."
“I had the attic searched," Rebecca said. “Turns out thieves don't change."
“I didn't take anything," Stella said, voice flat.
“You expect us to believe that?" one guard scoffe
