A R I A N A
I woke up to the sound of shuffling and quiet voices, the room was brighter than usual, the curtains pulled open for a second, I was confused.
Did I oversleep? Or what?
My eyes moved to the bunch of maids in my room, some of them was taking dresses out of my closet and carefully and heading out with them, with the others gathering my perfume bottles and lotions from the bathroom counter.
My heart skipped .
What was happening? Was I missing something?
Was I getting evicted from the house or what?
I sat up quickly, the blankets falling around me. "What are you doing?" I asked, my voice still rough with sleep.
One of the maids stopped, looking at me with wide, surprised eyes.
They looked nervous.
"Good morning, Mrs. Russo," she said, giving a small bow. "We apolog
