The night arrived faster than expected as Naomi and Rose finished their evening meal. The warm glow of candlelight flickered softly in the dining hall, casting long shadows against the walls. The air smelled faintly of spices from their meal, a lingering reminder of the peaceful moment before the night truly began.
After freshening up, Naomi slipped into a simple baggy shirt and a long skirt, mirroring Rose's choice of clothing. The fabric was soft against her skin, providing a sense of comfort she rarely felt in the grand mansion. Despite its luxury, the place still felt unfamiliar, almost too large for her to claim as home.
As she adjusted her sleeves, there was a knock at the door. When she opened it, she found Rhea standing just outside, her gaze unreadable.
For a moment, Naomi hesitated. Then, deciding to test the waters, she casually asked, "Does this place have a bar?"
Rhea gave a small nod.
