Cynthia turned away, her expression cool and unreadable.
She doubted that person really needed the bathroom—more likely, they just wanted to spy on her and Dominic. After all, everyone at tonight's party was a seasoned player. No one here was truly innocent.
She stepped into her room, only to find Dominic sprawled comfortably in her vanity chair, looking perfectly at home.
His long, elegant fingers pressed against his forehead, massaging away a headache. He'd clearly had too much to drink and was feeling the consequences now.
Cynthia walked over and spoke softly. "Mr. Holloway, would you like me to ask someone to bring you some hangover soup?"
Dominic opened his eyes, glancing at her with a faint, dismissive look. "No need. I'd rather not give you and your sister another chance to set me up."
Cynthia felt a flash of awkwardness. She couldn't deny she and her sister had tried to manipulate Dominic, but at least they'd been open about it. She'd even laid all the cards on the table with him.
She worked for Dominic, and in exchange, he agreed to play his part in their little performance. Really, it was a fair deal—he wasn't getting the short end of the stick.
"Mr. Holloway, you're already in my room. If there was a trap, you'd already be caught in it," she said with a faint smile. "We're in the same boat now. I have no reason to harm you."
Dominic gave her another calm, unreadable look but said nothing. He simply closed his eyes again and leaned back, trying to rest.
Cynthia left him in peace, settling quietly on the edge of her bed and pulling out her phone to text Juliet.
[When can I come downstairs?]
It took a while before Juliet replied.
[Wait until the guests leave. How's Mr. Holloway?]
Cynthia glanced over at Dominic, who sat with his eyes shut, one hand propping up his head. The harsh edge she'd come to expect from him seemed to have faded; he looked unusually quiet, almost peaceful, as if he'd drifted off to sleep.
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