I stepped inside the mansion. The oak doors closed with a satisfying thud behind me. The warmth of the hearth seeped into my skin after the cool evening air outside. My heels clicked against the marble floor as I made my way toward the bedrooms. The scent of sandalwood mixed with lavender floated through the hallways.
Sure, it was comforting but not nearly as comforting as I hoped to feel tonight. Just as I rounded the corner near the staircase, my two personal maids, Lila and Carmen, appeared like clockwork, skirting me silently but with that unmistakable urgency in their eyes.
They were dressed in the modest gray uniforms of the household staff, but their eyes carried more intelligence and fire than most of the so-called ones around here.
