There were maids in the hallway, and the way Corvine had shoved Jasmine out of his room sent her stumbling so badly that she ended up falling hard against the polished floor.
The embarrassment was unbearable, hot and immediate, flooding her face while the cool air of the hallway bit at her bare skin. Jasmine barely knew how she managed to get herself back on her feet, let alone how she found the strength to open the door to her room.
Everything around her had become a blur of soft lighting and quiet footsteps, but there was one thing she knew she would never forget. The looks in the maids’ eyes.
They had always respected her. Now their expressions had been filled with confusion, shock, and something else she couldn’t bear to put into words. Pity, maybe, or quiet judgment.
Jasmine could still feel those complicated stares following her as she stumbled away, clutching her clothes tight against her chest and trying to hide what had already been seen.
She had brought this on herself, and she knew, deep down, that her relationship with Corvine would never be the same again.
The moment she got inside her room, the door closed behind her with a soft click, and whatever strength she had left disappeared.
Jasmine slid down onto the floor, her back against the door as tears finally spilled down her cheeks, hot and unstoppable.
Corvine was always so nice, so how could she have expected him to react like that? With Voren, things had always been different. He had been distant and impossible to reach, and even when Olivia encouraged her to try, Jasmine had only dared to wear revealing clothes in an attempt to get his attention.
It had never worked, not once, but Corvine had been different. He had been kind to her, comfortable around her, easy to talk to.
So Jasmine had swallowed every bit of shame she possessed and put herself out there, believing that maybe, just maybe, he would finally see her the way she wanted him to. Instead, he had humiliated her, and the maids had seen her too.
The shame pressed down on her until it felt difficult to breathe. Jasmine curled into herself on the floor, wrapping her arms around her knees as sobs shook through her body, the maple wood cool and unyielding beneath her.
Then came a knock on the door. Jasmine lifted her head, heart stuttering. For one foolish, hopeful second, she thought it was Corvine. Maybe he had regretted what he did. Maybe he had come to apologize.
Maybe he felt something for her after all. Her heart jumped as she quickly wiped at her cheeks, ready to respond. But before she could, the door opened.
Seraphine stood there, and worry filled her face as her eyes landed on Jasmine, who was still sitting on the maple wood floor, looking like a she just suffered a brutal attack.
"Jasmine... what happened?"
Embarrassment washed over Jasmine all over again, fresh and sharp. She had never expected Seraphine and Voren to return that night. Forcing a smile onto her trembling lips, Jasmine pushed herself off the floor, but she couldn’t bring herself to meet Seraphine’s eyes.
"It’s nothing."
"Your eyes are red and puffy," Seraphine pointed out. Her gaze moved over Jasmine’s face with growing concern, taking in the blotchy cheeks and the way her hands still clutched the crumpled clothes. "Your face is as red as your hair, so what’s going on?"
Jasmine swallowed hard. There was no way she could tell her. Especially not when she knew how close Seraphine had become to Liah.
"I’m sorry, it’s nothing," Jasmine insisted again, voice thin.
But the lie barely left her lips before another tear rolled down her cheek, warm against her skin. Seraphine’s concern deepened, her expression softening even as the worry stayed sharp.

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