"Alright, Rose, step aside," Olivia said gently, her voice soft but firm. "Let me apply some ointment on his scars."
Rose, still sitting close to Lucian, didn't immediately respond. She turned her head to the side, her movements deliberate as she wiped the lingering tears from her face. She couldn't let them see her like this her swollen eyes, her tear-streaked cheeks. It's embarrassing, she thought, her pride refusing to allow her vulnerability to linger in plain view.
"No," Rose said suddenly, her voice sharper than intended as she turned back to Olivia"I'll do it."
Her declaration startled both Olivia and Lucian, and for a brief moment, silence filled the room.
Rose reached for the box on the table and sat down beside Lucian on the couch, her movements determined. She placed the box on her lap, refusing to meet Olivia's concerned gaze.