NEXT DAY
The sun was soft against Lucy’s skin as she walked back into the mansion from the garden, brushing a few petals from her dress. The garden had become her quiet place over the past few days, somewhere she could think without feeling watched or judged. But even the calmness outside couldn’t prepare her for what she saw next.
She paused at the entrance of the wide hallway. A group of maids were moving boxes, fancy-looking ones, up the stairs. They looked expensive, like they belonged in a designer store. Lucy's brows pinched together in confusion.
“Excuse me,” she said softly, stepping closer to one of the maids carrying a medium-sized box. “Is someone moving in?”
The young maid turned to her, giving a small, polite smile. “Yes, Miss Jessica. Master said to prepare her room this
