"You're being ridiculous, Daphne!" Mrs. Beaumont's voice was strained as she paced our guest room at the Ricardo estate. "Your flight leaves tomorrow morning."
Daphne sat beside me on the bed, her arm linked through mine. "I'm not going anywhere, Mother. Juliana needs me."
I squeezed her hand gratefully. After yesterday's ambush, the Beaumonts had rushed to the Ricardo mansion where Nathaniel had brought me for safety. The attack had left me with only minor bruises, but the fear lingered.
"You've known her for what—a few months?" Mrs. Beaumont threw her hands up. "Your entire future is in Clance!"
"My friend is in trouble here," Daphne replied firmly. "What kind of person would I be if I abandoned her when she needs support the most?"
Mr. Beaumont, who had been quiet until now, placed a hand on his wife's shoulder. "Let it go, dear. Our daughter has made up her mind."
"But the internship—"
