Night had settled over the estate, casting a tranquil hush over the mansion. Inside the bathroom, Raelynn reclined in her bathtub, the warm water enveloping her like a comforting embrace. She exhaled slowly, allowing her body to relax as her mind wandered back through the events of the day.
Her thoughts drifted to the moment she had walked into the kitchen and found Hera and Reinhart talking. She hadn't meant to eavesdrop, but there had been something amusing about their dynamic—Hera's sharp yet composed demeanor contrasting with Reinhart's carefree charm.
Then, there was the backyard. She had intended to spend some quiet time with Hera, only to have Reinhart invite himself along. Not that she had agreed—she hadn't even given him a proper response before he casually joined them. She didn't have the heart to tell him to leave, nor did she particularly want to.
