Two days had passed since I experienced the worst day of my existence.
I was currently descending a grand staircase, each step echoing through the vast halls of this enormous mansion.
My eyes rested on Amelia and the nameless girl waiting at the bottom, both dressed in finery that would make lesser nobles weep with envy.
Yes, I had no choice but to follow whatever that crazy woman wanted.
I genuinely couldn't comprehend what was going through Diana's mind. She had taken not only me but both girls as well. Yet she hadn't cared to explain anything.
She hadn't spoken to me. She hadn't even looked in my direction for the past two days.
But I could tell she cared about us. In her own twisted, indirect way.
She would ask the maids if we were being treated properly. She would instruct them to ensure our comfort. She would tell them to address any requests we might have.
Always through others. Never directly.
