Meanwhile, Lola sat leisurely in the study, continuing her review. Thanks to Sybil's help yesterday and the data she had sent over, Lola felt she was finally close to understanding the full picture of this so-called Secret Society.
The room was quiet until a gentle knock broke through the silence.
Lola slowly lifted her eyes from the documents. The door creaked open, allowing her to spot a familiar shoulder, and her lips curled up instantly.
"My god…" Lola set her pen down and cupped her cheek. "My husband is definitely in a good mood."
Atlas stepped inside, letting out a light, airy chuckle as he approached her. When he reached the desk, he took her hand and guided it to his lips.
"I am, indeed, in a good mood," he murmured, clearly reminded of her dance last night.
A soft smooch echoed against her knuckles, earning a breathy laugh from her. With a gentle tug from him, Lola rose to her feet naturally, like a well-rehearsed move.
