The moment the words left my mouth, I knew I had made a mistake.
I didn't even know when I told Rosa that saying Axel belonged to her just because they were close years ago was absurd. It had just… slipped out. Like my subconscious had finally run out of patience and decided, Enough.
And judging from the way Rosa's entire body went rigid, I might as well have lit a match and tossed it into a barrel of gunpowder.
The hallway went silent. The maids, who had been scurrying about a second ago, suddenly found very urgent things to do in the opposite direction.
Even Camila's screeching from the other side of the villa seemed to dull as if the whole house itself knew better than to breathe when Rosa was angry.
For a moment, she just stared at me, her emerald-green eyes burning with disbelief. And then, slowly, so slowly, she tilted her head.
"You expect better?" she repeated, dimming her eyes.
I swallowed hard.
