Adela turned her gaze toward her mother, a tender but weary smile gracing her lips. She knew that the truth—the events of the night—were not meant for her mother's ears. Her response was carefully crafted to deflect any suspicion.
"Oh, it's not that, Mother. In fact, after a long time, I did manage to find some rest. It's just that it doesn't seem to have been quite enough."
Elisa, who was walking slightly behind them, understood the unspoken words that hung in the air. She knew last night her lady had found out something about the secret chamber, and her sharp eyes had witnessed the love bites adorning Adela's skin. She had been there to help her lady dress and had seen the evidence of the passionate night Adela had spent away from the castle.
Adela had chosen to wear a gown that concealed the evidence of her nocturnal escapades, with long sleeves and a high collar serving as a protective shield.
