Celeste’s POV

Something was wrong. 

The way she acted unsettled me. Her eyes flickered with fear and anxiety, betraying an unease she couldn’t quite hide. And then, that strange question about working for me—so improper, almost desperate.

I watched the way her chest rose and fell steadily, her eyes blinking rapidly as she fisted her dress and forced out a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. 

I craned my neck to the side, studying her face in suspicion as she scratched her head nervously. My instinct wasn’t wrong, and it has never been wrong. 

Firstly, she took a long time before she opened the door and all of this meant...