Cassandra's smile faltered for the briefest moment, a flicker of surprise crossing her face before her composure snapped back into place. She tilted her head slightly, as if surprised by Evelyn's directness, yet she didn't shy away from the confrontation.
"Do I have a problem with you?" Cassandra repeated smoothly, her voice tinged with an edge as she took a step closer, her boots echoing softly in the quiet hall.
Cassandra paused, her gaze flickering to Evelyn's stomach again before locking eyes with her. The spark in her eyes was unreadable.
"No," she finally answered, her tone dismissive, though it still held that hint of challenge. "I simply find it curious how easily you can slip away from the room, as though it were nothing more than a fleeting discomfort."
