Outside, Justin was speaking with Lana, giving her some important instructions, while Noah had just returned and stepped out of the car. He pulled out all the shopping bags and walked over to them—just in time to hear Justin say:
"You can take it to Meira," Justin instructed, then resumed his talk with Lana. "You can't let her step outside this house unless I say so. Not even for a moment."
Noah nodded and headed to Meira's room. He knocked on the door and entered. Meira, still wearing the beautiful dress, was sitting by the window, looking outside, her expression somber.
"Ms. Meira, these are your clothes," Noah informed her.
Meira looked at him, watching silently as he placed all the bags neatly on the couch.
"Mr. Noah," Meira called softly.
Noah turned toward her. "Yes?"
"Is my brother angry? He didn't look pleased when he saw me at the shop," she asked quietly.
"It's not about you. He was just worried," Noah reassured her.
