The heavy silence in the living room was shattered by Damian’s cold voice.
“A party was held here last night,” he began, his tone flat but his presence sharp like a blade. “And some incidents took place.”
Aria’s head immediately lowered, her heart sinking with the weight of shame and pain. She knew exactly what he was referring to. The memory still haunted her, even though she could hardly remember the details.
Damian’s eyes swept across the room, finally settling on the group of maids standing in a line.
“Now, this question is for the maids,” he said, voice growing colder. “Who amongst you spiked Aria’s drink?”
A thick silence fell over the room. Lyla’s breath hitched, and she exchanged a quick, panicked look with Marco. Her hand gripped her dress tightly.
Aria blinked, stunned. He
