The voices drifted from the far side of the room towards the balcony. Esme blinked quickly. The robe hugged her fragile body tightly. She nervously walked towards the corner of the room. The book he was reading her was laid open on the edge of the coffee table. Her eyes moved along the outline of the glass door. Esme felt her heart sink when her vision focused on Mr.Malfoy speaking with Claire, his perfect assistant outside.