Sebastian loosened the tie that still hung around his neck, tossing it onto the back of a chair as he paced his room, his jacket discarded on the bed. In one hand, he held a tumbler of whiskey, the amber liquid catching the faint glow of the bedside lamp. His other hand held his phone, the screen still lit from his recent call with Matthew.
"Things are under control," Matthew had said in his usual calm, efficient tone. "The press is spinning the narrative as an isolated incident. Some outlets are even calling the chaos a testament to the strength of your and Miss Aria's union."
Sebastian had scoffed at that, swirling the whiskey in his glass. "How poetic."
"We haven't found the culprit yet," Matthew continued, his tone turning serious. "But Miss Marie is convinced it's someone close. Wh
