Celeste slept slightly after the masquerade. The note she obtained saved gambling again and again in her mind.
“Ask Damien what came about the night of the hearth.” Her body became tired, however her mind might now not rest. If Damien had lied about something that was essential, what else had he hidden? She had to recognise the fact, and she or he needed to do it without him knowing.
The following morning, she met with Rae, her personal bodyguard. Rae turned into unswerving and clever. If everyone should help, it will be her.
“I want your assistance,” Celeste stated, ultimately the door at the back of them.
Rae raised an eyebrow.
“This sounds serious.”
Celeste nodded. “There was someone called K in my mother’s letters. Someone who has been watching me since I was a child. I think th
