Four days ago, she had left that same circle of people humiliated and discarded. Tonight, she was returning by choice—to be revered, admired, and desired.
Just like Stella, Adrian hadn't spoken much since they left the house.
One arm rested casually around her shoulders while his other hand moved smoothly across his computer, handling a few tasks with practiced ease.
Despite his apparent focus, his attention never truly left her.
At intervals, his gaze flickered to Stella, and when she wanted to adjust her position, he would angle his body slightly toward her.
"You will be coming back today?" he asked calmly.
Stella exhaled slowly. "Should," she clipped.
Days back, she had only asked to return and wait for her sister to get married, and this promise she isn't going to renegade from.
Besides, things at the wedding might not be easy to handle, and with James Norton's persuasion to marry Oswald…she had to come clean with them.
She is married.
