Cassandra's POV
The scarf and sunglasses looked completely out of place for this weather. It wasn't particularly cold nor was the sun blazing hot in the sky. I watched Priscilla's figure disappear through the door with Gregory following by
My hand froze for a moment trying to figure out what I just noticed. Maybe I was just overthinking things. Priscilla was just 14, but then why was she sneaking out of the mansion last night?
Gregory was efficient such as he said the redecorator arrived before I was done with breakfast. She was waiting in the sitting room for me
The door was pushed open, and the soft clicking sounds of my heels drew her attention to me. The decorating artist was a lady in her early thirties. She rose once she saw me greeting me with a calm smile. "Good morning, Mrs
