Alaia walked back and forth as she kept running her hand on her hair. She's been like this since Leo and Maria left. She had already lost count of how many times her servants tried to calm her, but she couldn't get rid of the worry and fear in her head. She did try though to calm her ass. She had been picking up her book almost every thirty minutes to shift her attention, but she hadn't even finished one paragraph yet, she would already put it down. But she wasn't as bad as this earlier. Earlier, she could still find a time to sit down and tried to shift her attention, but now she can't stay still. She had considered following them too, but she knew that doing that would be risky. So every time that thought would appear in her head, she's kicking it out before her mind could ever formulate reasons why she should follow them.