Lucy adjusted the collar of her blouse and gave her reflection one last glance. Her cheeks were still warm from the breakfast chaos earlier. The memory of Barry lifting her like she weighed nothing and the way his fingers gripped her thighs made her lips press into a tight line.
She shook her head quickly, trying to shove the thought out.
"Forget it, Lucy," she muttered to herself. "He probably doesn’t even remember it happened."
Grabbing her hairpin she tucked it into her back pocket and opened the door slowly, peeking into the hallway. It was quiet. No footsteps, no low voices, no Barry.
“Finally,” she sighed, stepping out fully. “He’s gone.”
She walked slowly, taking her time. The mansion was too big, and quiet, but it was also beautiful. Sunlight poured through the tall windows, w
