Morwenna had taken great care to remember everyone.
After Norbert finished introducing everyone, he waved his hand dismissively, "Alright, go about your business. Oh, Stuart doesn't want the news of his marriage getting out. This stays within the family. Unless you fancy a run-in with Stuart, I'd keep it quiet."
The room quickly filled with nods and murmurs of agreement.
Stuart was a bit of a wildcard, only Norbert seemed to be able to rein him in somewhat. No one else dared cross him.
Norbert didn't bother with the small talk. He seemed indifferent to everyone else.
He gestured for Morwenna to follow him upstairs. "Wenna, let's go. I'll show you to your room. It's been ready for a while. Let me know if there's anything you'd like to change."
Morwenna bowed slightly to the elders and hurried after Norbert.
Once Norbert and Morwenna had ascended the stairs, one of Yara’s daughters who was visibly pregnant lamented, "Norbert had made such a fuss preparing that room. I thought it was for us. Mum, Norbert used to dote on me the most. Why is he treating this Morwenna so well?"
Her daughters chimed in with their complaints, clearly dissatisfied.
Sabrina, observing quietly, thought to herself how foolish they all were. Couldn't they see Norbert treated Morwenna differently? Aligning with her rather than competing would be the smarter move.
She exchanged a knowing glance with Phineas and they both stepped away, leaving the family to their petty grievances.
Upon reaching the room, Morwenna was stunned.
It was larger than Stuart's bedroom at Windcharm Villas, equipped with its walk-in closet, a separate room for shoes and bags, and a makeup area.
The carpet was plush and the bed seemed to span over two meters wide. The decoration was a youthful powder pink.
"Norbert,is this my room?" she asked, incredulous.
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