Chapter 75
Azalea and Vicky entered the chamber, the faint rustle of her gown echoing against the marble floors. The moonlight poured in through the tall windows, making the room glow with silver shadows. Vicky shut the door behind them and turned with her usual cautious look.
“What do you plan to do, Azalea?” she asked, voice barely above a whisper, as though the walls themselves might betray them.
Azalea walked towards the vanity, her fingers trailing lazily over the polished wood before she paused, catching her own reflection in the mirror. A small smile tugged at her lips, an expression that never failed to unsettle Vicky.
“That,” Azalea said slowly, turning to face her maid and confidante, “is up to me. And I’m not ready to share it with anyone… not even you.”
Vicky frowned but b
