Emma stood silently before the luxurious box Opal had brought, her eyes studying every detail as if trying to uncover the secret hidden inside. The box was made of glossy ebony, its surface smooth and cold beneath her fingers, like a reminder that not everything beautiful was simple. The intricate patterns carved into the lid gave it an ancient and solemn feeling, making her wonder about the sender and the meaning behind this gift.
Opal, with her usual calm demeanor, stepped forward and spoke softly, her voice carrying genuine concern.
"What do you think is inside?"
Emma looked into Opal's eyes and sensed the curiosity in her assistant's gaze. Opal always knew how to remain silent and leave Emma space to think for herself. Perhaps that was why they understood each other so well without needing too many words. Sometimes, one look or a brief sentence was enough to convey everything that needed to be said.
