The next morning dawned with a soft, golden light filtering through the windows of Lady Arabella's estate, casting a warm glow over the sprawling grounds.
As the guests from the previous night's party began to stir from their slumber, the estate buzzed with activity as servants bustled about, attending to their various duties and ensuring that everything was in order for the day ahead.
Mila emerged from her guest room, her steps light as she made her way down the grand staircase towards the foyer. She wore a simple yet elegant gown, her hair swept up in a loose bun adorned with delicate pearls.
The events of the previous night still lingered in her mind, the memory of Isaac's intimate embrace with the mysterious woman haunting her thoughts.
But Mila pushed aside her doubts and uncertainties, steeling herself with determination as she prepared to face the day ahead.
