You are getting too comfortable

Against her better judgement, Racheal left the villa without telling Steffan.

She knew he believed that she was simply going to take her father’s call, and was even now arranging for her meal.

But she feared he would stop her or insist on going with her if she told him.

She also did not want to pull him into any of this till she was sure about her next course of action.

At least she went with her guards.

And she was sure Isaac who was sitting in front, would tell him she had headed out.

The butler at the Dalloz mansion welcomed her warmly and directed her to the informal living room she had been in the last time she visited.

“Hello.” Racheal bowed to the old lady who sat peering into her tablet, in a solid set of reading glasses.

Madame Dalloz set the tablet aside, and smiled up brightly at her,

“My dear.” She said, standing up. “This is such a pleasant surprise.” She said, and hugged her close.

Racheal hugged the woman, and smiled at her when she finally let go.

“You look well.”