Arabella’s point of view.

“You weren’t yourself at the table, did you find anything fishy?” Wymond asked me, we’ve retired to our room -the room Jones prepared for us.

There was a long pause as I was wearing a beauty facial mask when he asked the question, I quickly climbed onto the bed when I’m done and pulled the blanket up to my chest.

Wymond sighed impatiently.

“Can you answer me now?” he asked.

“Yeah” I leaned against the headboard. “I thought I saw someone like Ingrid”

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Ingrid? Who’s that?”

I gaped at him, don’t tell me he forgot her -wasn’t he the one who...