[Meredith].
Two days later, after breakfast, Madame Beatrice found me exactly where she said she would—waiting near the wide archway that opened into the inner compound.
The morning air was pleasant, the sun already climbing but not yet harsh. Two servants stood a few steps behind her, each holding a notebook and pen, ready to document every word I said.
"This way, Luna," Madame Beatrice said politely.
I nodded and followed.
She walked me through the estate grounds, stopping at three different locations within the compound, one after the other.
At each spot, she explained its advantages—space, proximity to the main hall, ease of access for women and children.
I listened carefully, but my eyes were already assessing something else. Time.
The event was fixed from 11 a.m. to 1 p.m. And that meant the sun would be fully out.
When we reached the third spot, I slowed my steps.
