53. The Wake. Ophelia pov

Things went back to normal between Fiona and me, as though nothing had happened. We slipped into our usual routines, conversations devoid of the weight of the truth that lingered unspoken between us. Yet, I knew it was only a matter of time before Sebastian discovered that Fiona wasn't his niece. The thought made me both anxious and amused. How could he be so oblivious? His ignorance astounded me; for someone who prided himself on being sharp, he was spectacularly blind when it came to Fiona.

Ava, however, was a different story. There was a certain glint in her eyes whenever she looked at Fiona—a knowing, perceptive gaze that spoke volumes. She hadn't said anything outright, but I could tell she knew. The subtle tension in her expression when they conversed was hard to miss. What was her motive for staying silent? I couldn't tell. Ava was a puzzle wrapped in elegance, and I had long since learned not to underestimate her.