**From Bella's Perspective:**
"Miss, I already told you—Mr. Alexander doesn't want to see you," the maid said, her voice tinged with impatience as she made her way down the stairs.
I was pacing nervously, glancing back at her several times. My heart raced in my chest. The last thing I needed right now was for Alexander to refuse me. I had hoped beyond hope that when I saw him again, after everything that had happened, I could still find a shred of that warmth in his eyes. I had seen it—*felt it*—the moment we met, and I knew I hadn't misread it. It was impossible to ignore.
But now, standing here, it felt like everything was crumbling. My hands trembled as I shoved past the maid, ignoring her protests. I had no time to waste. I couldn't afford to back down now, not when I needed help more than ever. Alexander had to understand. He had to see reason.
"Wait!" the maid called after me, but I didn't stop.