Knock. Knock. Knock.
"Come in," Severine replied as she walked toward the door.
The old housekeeper, Sigmund, stood at the entrance but didn't take a step further.
"Good evening, madam." He bowed politely. "Good evening, young miss."
The moment Alina stepped into this paradise, she had heard that title four times already.
The servants were very respectful to the friend of their master, but it made Alina flustered.
"Good evening," she nearly stuttered.
What could she do? The weight of wealth was too heavy!
Despite his age, there weren't many wrinkles on Sigmund's face, making him quite good-looking when he politely smiled.
"Madam, there are parcels sent in your name. What should we do with them?" he asked, waiting for further instructions.
"In my name?"
"Yes."
It was odd.
Not many people knew Severine lived there. And she was certain she hadn't ordered anything.
"Is it from Sam?"
But if that were the case, Sigmund wouldn't have come to inform her personally.
