"She just arrived, sir," the maid replied, her tone crisp, shoulders held in perfect posture.
The mayor's brow creased, the faintest glimmer of unease softening his otherwise impassive face. "Did she mention where she was coming from?" he inquired, voice calm but edged with quiet suspicion.
"No, sir. She didn't say a word — just walked in and went straight upstairs," the maid answered, casting a brief glance toward the staircase as if it might explain something.
His lips tightened into a line. His mind was already running — Amanda returning home late, saying nothing? Not even a tantrum? That wasn't like her. He couldn't help but wondered where she was coming back from and what had happened. After a moment's silence, he spoke. "Have the chef prepare her dinner and keep it warm. I doubt she'll come down tonight."
"Yes, sir," the maid said with a respectful nod, then turned briskly to deliver the order.
