By the time she woke up the next day, it was already close to noon. The film crew had just wrapped up the shoot, and Jason hadn't given her any new scripts, so Delphine was idling at home.
As she went downstairs, no one from the Leclair Family was around. It was a rare sunny afternoon. Dressed in loose linen trousers and a cashmere beige sweater, she sat in the small garden of the Leclair mansion, reading a book.
The book was one she'd grabbed casually from Ignatius Leclair's study. Ignatius had a penchant for collecting—whether it was books, fine wine, or famous paintings. Perhaps wealthy people simply enjoyed spending extravagantly to label valuable items as their own, then leaving them on high shelves, untouched and ignored.
The butler brought her some floral tea and fruits midway through. She squinted, covering her face with the book, savoring the scent of cotton flowers as she dozed off.
