"Give this to Abrielle make sure no one sees you as you go to her room." She instructed the aide who bowed and left the room.
At the door, the aide can cross Pierre. She avoided his gaze and then fled. Pierre closed the door behind him, and Rebecca's back was against him.
"You already knew. Didn't you?" He asked and she smiled. Rebecca didn't answer Pierre, her eyes were locked on the mirror with a soft smile on her face as she continued brushing her hair.
She was getting ready for bed. That would have been the accepted excuse if her eyes were not red and her nose rosy from crying.
"I don't know what you are trying to insinuate," Rebecca said calmly, not bothered by it. Pierre looked tired and deflated, his mind going to what had just happened a few minutes ago
******
A few minutes ago, after leaving the gate.
