Luna followed Emily inside, carefully placing the breakfast bag on the table. Emily’s gaze shifted to her, her curiosity barely concealed beneath a calm exterior.
“Is everything okay?” Emily asked, her voice even, though it carried a subtle tension. She couldn’t bring herself to ask about Nicholas directly.
Luna hesitated, startled by the question. “Yes, Mrs. Sinclair,” she said quickly, though her voice betrayed her attempt to mask something. Without another word, she quietly began setting the breakfast before Emily.
Emily studied her for a moment before pressing her lips into a thin line. “Alright,” she replied, though suspicion lingered in her tone.
Luna fidgeted where she stood, her gaze lowering to the floor. After a brief silence, she spoke cautiously. “I’m sorry if I’m being nosy, but… may I ask you something?”
Emily raised her eyes, her brows arching slightly. “Of course. Go ahead.”