“Anna.”
Matilda’s voice drifted into the room as she stepped inside Anna’s bedroom.
“Yes, Mom? What is it?” Anna replied, pausing what she was doing.
“Have you eaten yet?” Matilda asked. Guilt still lingered in her eyes, unmistakable despite her gentle tone.
“I have, Mom. Don’t worry,” Anna said softly.
Matilda let out a slow breath. “I’m sorry. I got carried away with Agnes—so eager to match her with Liam that I didn’t realize I was neglecting you.”
Anna offered a faint smile, calm on the surface even though her heart felt anything but steady.
“It’s okay, Mom. I understand. They really do suit each other. I support your decision.”
Matilda’s face lit up instantly. “Right? Agnes is beautiful and intelligent. And they were childhood friends—surely it won’t be hard for them to reconne
