Rosa's suspicion sharpened into something closer to certainty as she watched Richard move closer to Emily, his expression shifting subtly the moment he thought no one else was paying close attention. She noticed the way his hand drifted behind his back, slow and deliberate, fingers curling around something concealed just out of Emily's line of sight. Rosa's breath caught in her throat as her eyes locked onto the faint glint of a fixed blade, hidden but unmistakable, gripped tightly in Richard's hand. Every instinct in her body screamed danger, the pieces of the morning's events suddenly rearranging themselves into a far more sinister picture than anyone else in that foyer had yet considered. The falling chandelier hadn't been an accident. It had been the first attempt, and judging by the blade Richard now held carefully out of sight, it clearly wasn't going to be the only one. Rosa didn't hesitate. She moved quickly, deliberately, positioning herself directly between Richard and Emily with a firmness that left no room for question or protest. "Rosa, what are you doing?" Emily asked, confusion evident in her voice as she registered the sudden shift in the maid's posture, the protective stance that seemed to have appeared from nowhere. Richard's expression darkened instantly, his earlier concern for his wife evaporating into something colder, more calculating, as he realized Rosa had seen exactly what he'd been trying to keep hidden. The air between them grew taut with unspoken tension, the remaining household staff sensing the sudden shift but not yet understanding its cause.