The atmosphere shifted, tension mingling with relief as Andromeda was ushered inside, her drenched garments swiftly replaced with dry attire by the attentive maids. As she settled into the plush armchair, a delicate porcelain cup of tea was placed before her, its fragrant steam rising in a comforting swirl that elicited a small, genuine relieved sigh from Andromeda.
It was only then that Elizabeth excused the maids and stood there with Helen and just Andromeda in the elegant parlor. Elizabeth's gentle reprimand echoed off the polished walls, her concern evident in the furrow of her brow and the firm set of her lips. Andromeda, seated before her, listened with a mixture of contrition and defiance, her dampened clothes replaced by fresh attire with the discreet assistance of the maids.
