Theodore's Pov
Juniper steps into my room, her posture stiff, her hands clutching her bag as though it were a lifeline. Her eyes dart around briefly, taking in the understated luxury of the space before settling on me. I can see the tension in her shoulders, the hesitation in her movements. She’s nervous, and it’s written all over her.
I gesture toward the small seating area by the window. “Please, make yourself comfortable,” I say, trying to keep my tone neutral and welcoming.
Juniper hesitates for a moment before moving toward the armchair, lowering herself into it carefully, as if unsure whether she should stay. She folds her hands in her lap, her gaze flicking up to meet mine briefly before dropping again.
I take the seat across from her, leaning forward slightly. “May I ask, to wh
