Chapitre 136: Wardrobe malfunction?

As the flying cart touched down in front of the Beaumont mansion, the sun was beginning to dip low on the horizon, painting the sky in vibrant hues of orange and pink. Zafron alighted first, offering his hand to Cassandra as she stepped down, her arms laden with packages.

"Thank you, Zafron," Cassandra said, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "I hope you're not too worn out from our little expedition."

Zafron allowed himself a small smile. "It was fun, my lady."

As they approached the mansion's grand entrance, several servants rushed forward, eager to assist with the day's purchases. Cassandra, however, waved them off with a gentle smile.

'I can't let him leave,' Cassandra thought briefly.

"That won't be necessary," she said, her voice kind but firm. "Zafron will help me carry these to my room."