The walk to Adrian's room felt like walking through a battlefield, each step heavy with anticipation and unease.
The weight of the maids' words hung over me like a storm cloud. Rosa was at my side, her pace steady but her expression strained.
I could tell she didn't like this plan, and frankly, neither did I. But there was no turning back now.
We arrived at a door that seemed grander and more imposing than the others.
Its dark wood was polished to a shine, and the golden doorknob gleamed in the faint morning light.
Rosa stopped and turned to me, her arms crossed.
"I'm going in with you," she said firmly, her voice low but resolute.
I sighed, running a hand through my hair.
"Rosa, we talked about this. I need to do this alone."
"And I told you that's a terrible idea," she shot back. "You heard what that maid said. Adrian could be dangerous. What if he... what if he tries something?"
