Chapter 158

Celina POV

I never liked snooping. It wasn’t my style.

If anything, I’d spent most of my life wishing people would mind their own business when it came to me. But here I was, crouched in Brielle’s room, staring at the half-open wardrobe with a growing sense of unease prickling down my spine.

I hadn’t meant to look. I’d only come in to leave the recent cooking shift on her desk, stacked neatly with a yellow ribbon so she’d know they were urgent. Brielle was gone for the morning, maybe to get food stuffs at the market, though her absence offered silence rare in this wing of the tower.

But as I turned to leave, something caught my eye. A corner of leather, dark cherry-red, sticking out beneath a pile of pastel cardigans.

Curiosity pulsed before I could crush it down.