Anna's POV
The housekeeper led me up to the third floor of Golden Oak Manor, gesturing toward a closed door at the end of the hallway.
"Miss, that's Mr. Murphy's room," she explained, pointing to a door on the left.
"Miss, there are only two rooms on the third floor—Mr. Murphy's and yours," another maid added, indicating the door directly in front of us.
I blinked in confusion. "Mine?"
When the door swung open, I stood frozen at the threshold. The room that greeted me seemed to have materialized straight from my forgotten childhood dreams. The entire space was bathed in dreamy princess pink, complemented by cream and light gray furniture that created a perfect harmony. My long-dead girlish heart suddenly flickered back to life, sending an unexpected wave of emotion through me.
This couldn't possibly be a last-minute arrangement. The imported hand-
