Fiona stood stiff for a second, surrounded by bags and boxes, still trying to understand how the morning had turned chaotic so fast. Nathan calling the maid broke the silence.
"Amanda," he said, his voice firm, "take all of Fiona's things to her room."
"Yes, sir," she replied, and two other maids immediately stepped forward to begin gathering the shopping bags.
Fiona opened her mouth. "Nathan—"
But he was already stepping closer, placing a hand on her lower back in a gentle but firm gesture. "Excuse us, Mom," he said politely.
Anne smirked in that playful, all-knowing motherly way. "Of course, of course. Go on."
Fiona gave her an awkward smile before Nathan guided her toward the stairs.
