(Author's POV)
Victoria ascended the grand staircase, her heels clicking softly against the polished wood. She paused at the doorway of the master bedroom. Inside, Jasper was frantically tearing through the nightstand drawers, tossing items onto the bed.
"Looking for something?" Victoria asked, her voice cool and composed.
Jasper froze. He shoved a drawer shut, trying to mask his panic.
"Mother," he said, straightening his tie. "I didn't know you were still up."
Victoria glided into the room and sat gracefully on the velvet ottoman at the foot of the bed. She smoothed her skirt.
"It's just us tonight," she said. "We should speak plainly. Why hasn't Aurora returned?"
She watched him closely. In truth, she knew exactly what he was looking for. She had found the signed divorce papers i
