"Mother, I heard you'll be leaving after breakfast. Quite surprising, given how early it is—and you prioritize your morning self-care and relaxation," Lady Stephanie spoke, stretching her tone surprisingly as a small smile touched her lips.
Lady Emberg laughed at her words as she moved the chopped square potato to her lips, eating gently.
"Oh, Lady Stephanie, I sometimes wonder if you're one of my followers. You do keep track of me, and I must say, I'm flattered," she replied, and Stephanie smiled. They had not gone far into their breakfast.
Not long after, the door opened, and a figure strode in with graceful ease. The fork Lady Stephanie was using to cut her meat halted midway as she tried to keep a composed expression. She knew that scent perfectly well.
Why was she caught off guard?
