Emma stood silently before the luxurious box that Opal had brought, her eyes fixed on every detail as if she wanted to uncover the secrets hidden within. The box was made of glossy ebony wood, its surface smooth and cold under her fingers, a reminder that not all beautiful things are simple. The intricate carvings on the lid evoked a sense of antiquity and formality, making her wonder about the sender and the meaning behind this gift.
Opal, with her usual calm demeanor, took a step forward, her voice gentle but filled with genuine concern. "What do you think is inside?"
Emma looked into Opal's eyes, sensing the curiosity in her assistant's gaze. Opal always knew how to remain silent, leaving Emma space to think for herself. Perhaps that was why they understood each other so well without needing to say much. Sometimes, a glance or a brief word was enough to convey everything that needed to be said.