Sebastian stood by the doorway of the bathroom in his hotel room, hesitant but determined. He cleared his throat, catching Nicholas's attention from the stack of papers he was reviewing.
"Nicholas," Sebastian began, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. He tossed the towel to the back of the single Victorian chair by the dressing table. "Do you mind if I tag along to the meeting with Angelica?"
Nicholas raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "Why? What happened to your last conversation with her? Did you manage to tell her the truth?"
Sebastian sighed, running a hand through his damp hair. He shook his head. "No, I couldn't. And to be honest, I don't think I'll ever be able to. She hates me, Nicholas."
Nicholas leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. "She doesn't hate you, Sebastian. Angelica is one of the delicate ones. Always too emotional to hate. She's just angry, and I'm sure you understand why."
