River’s voice came low, sharp, steady like a blade. “Care to explain how you ended up in my bedroom?”
No answer.
Her eyes narrowed, cutting through the noise, finding the familiar burgundy shimmer behind Isabelle. “And while you're at it… care to explain why you’re wearing my dress?”
Isabelle blinked, then scoffed in disbelief, her voice rising again. “He almost killed me, and you care about a damn dress?!”
“I care about the truth!” River snapped, stepping fully into the room now, all pretense of composure gone. “Stop avoiding the question and answer me. How did you end up in my bedroom?”
Isabelle turned to their parents, as if begging for backup, then glared back at River with venom. “I heard what the servants were saying about you,” she hissed. “About how you were sharing a room wit
