Throughout the rest of the morning, the Lyma family members retreated to their respective rooms to freshen up, their emotions ranging from annoyance to curiosity.
Sarah, in particular, had been visibly upset by the delay and the unexpected changes to the estate.
As she remained in her elegantly appointed room, her frustrations boiled to the surface.
She paced back and forth, her silver hair shimmering in the soft candlelight.
"This is an outrage," she muttered to herself. "The audacity of it all, to keep us waiting like this."
In Fiona's room, her twins, Eleanor and William, couldn't help but voice their discontent.
"Why do we have to wait, Mother? I want to see Theo now!"
Fiona tried to calm them, though her own frustration was evident. "Patience, my dears. We will see him at dinner, I'm sure."
Though, of course, internally, she was boiling with rage.
How could her nephew be so cheeky to her? To the entire family?
