Vadim caught her eye for a second. He'd been about to spin away himself, but he needed to stay to make sure she understood the importance of his wishes now. After a tense second, he nodded his head toward the far end of the hall. "The master bedroom is prepared," he murmured. Nothing else of his manor had been touched in preparation of Belle's coming, but he did almost obsessively tidy up that wing and particularly the bedroom at the end of the hall, even placing a single rose blossom in a vase besides the bed. In the past, it had belonged to his mother, but all this time lay vacant. Perhaps, it would look less daunting now that it would not lie empty. He turned away again, facing the opposite wing that was his. As he took the first few steps, he turned to give his new guest a last welcome. "Dinner will be at six."