Her assistant glanced over, seeing a resemblance unsaid, holding her tongue.

Exiting the room, Alexis froze.

Leonel was there, a presence unshaken from the night before, clutching a large bag that, in all likelihood, contained the 32 returned gifts.

In the quiet corridor, Alexis' voice was a murmur. "I don't want these."

Leonel's gaze lingered on her before shifting to the papers in the assistant's grip.