Rachel and Emily slipped back into the mansion, their footsteps silent on the marble floor. They exchanged a brief glance, a silent understanding passing between them. It was essential to maintain the facade, to pretend as if nothing had transpired.
Inside, they swiftly adjusted to the household's tranquil atmosphere. Rachel smoothed her expression, erasing any hint of the earlier urgency. Emily followed suit, her features transforming into a serene mask.
Rachel made her way to the kitchen, seeking out Ella, Isabelle's devoted maid. "Ella, have you seen Isabelle this morning?" Rachel asked, her tone light and casual.
Ella shook her head, her hands busy preparing breakfast.
"No, ma'am. I haven't seen her yet." She really.
Rachel nodded. "Would you arrange breakfast for us, please?" She asked.
Ella let out a warm smile.
"Of course, ma'am. Right away." She responded.