After a refreshing, lengthy shower, Anne had just gotten comfortable in the bedroom she had changed earlier that the maids had finally shown her was hers. Just then, a knock came at the door.
Alert, she instantly sat up, her gaze nervously pinned to the door before she quietly called, "Come in."
An older woman in maid's uniform walked in. Earlier after the wedding, butler Jones had gathered all the staff at the manor introducing them to her one after another. She recognized this particular woman to be Razia.
Anne thought the woman was really beautiful, though she looked to be around her late thirties to her early forties she had an air of wisdom about her and a quiet beauty.
"Razia, I thought it was... someone else." Anne muttered.
As Anne kept her eyes downcast, the woman stared at her in shock. Anne didn't immediately notice the woman's stunned expression until she looked up and saw that she was frozen in place.
"What's wrong?" She asked softly.
