Rosalind barked orders to the onlookers in a sham calm, though, her composure has been shattered by the inner guilt.

"Why are you all just standing there? Wipe it off, now!"

The staff jumped to obey her, as if her authority was already a foregone conclusion.

As Rosalind turned again, the familiar hairpin adorning her locks flashed into my view, which is indeed mine I’d left in Brian's office earlier.

It went without saying she had just taken a bath arising from,her damp hair, still clinging to her head.

I reached out to snatch the hairpin.

Rosalind let out a squeak of fright, shoving me violently.

The sudden force made...