[Third Person].
~Fellowes Residence~
Wanda stood in her room, breath uneven, hands trembling with leftover rage. The silence pressed against her skin like a suffocating blanket.
Then, a sharp knock snapped her head toward the door.
She inhaled deeply, masking every trace of her fury before saying coolly, "Come in."
One of Reginald's personal attendants stepped inside, bowing so deeply his forehead nearly touched the floor.
"Lady Wanda," he said respectfully, "your father requests your presence in his study."
A flicker of surprise crossed her eyes. Her father rarely summoned her at night unless something was important. Also, they had just parted ways in the dining room. He never mentioned this then.
But beneath the surprise, something else stirred in her: excitement. Perhaps he had noticed her value again.
Perhaps seeing Levi and Vivian together reminded him that she was still a very important piece in his chess game.
