Maxwell and Amir came back with a bang.
Maxwell had one of the servants? It felt very wrong to call them that. Workers? Maids?
He had one of the people his family employed warn everyone that they were coming back in. Ben tucked the curtains around himself again, hiding himself so that Amir could have free reign of the room and then Maxwell came in with a flourish. The door practically hit the wall when he pushed it open.
His cheeks were slightly pink, and Amir wasn't much better. The photographers and their team trailed behind them and the others in the room besides Andrew chuckled.
"I see that it was successful." Mrs. Beckett muttered, and Andrew wondered what she'd planned. Maxwell scanned the room, and when his eyes landed on Andrew, his gaze narrowed. He raised a hand, curling his finger to beckon him, and Andrew chuckled.