The night progressed so fast, and in a blur of time everyone had departed. The grand hall of the Sterling estate slowly emptied, leaving behind the scent of expensive cologne and the faint remnants of classical music.

Camilla, exhausted but composed, walked up to the grand staircase, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor. Cyrus followed closely behind, his expression unreadable.

Neither of them spoke as they entered their shared room. The room was grand, fitted with dark wood furniture, high windows that overlooked the estate, and a massive king-sized bed in the centre. However, for its luxury, the atmosphere inside was thick with unspoken tension.

Camilla sighed, already...