Maya sat on the couch with her knees bent and the side of her face resting on her bent knees. Her gaze stared into the space, staring at nothing.
The room was dimly lit, with scented candles spread around to brighten it. Maya wondered if Zoe had done this out of consideration for her. The maid was particularly thoughtful. She wondered if the maid was working on orders, but whose?
Dinner was over and she was already dressed in her nightclothes. Zoe had left moments ago after helping her prepare for the night.
Her skin felt softer than it had in two weeks. In just two nights, the maid reminded her of how she was treated in the Olsten manor.
She shut her eyes; it was easy to remember the good parts, but it wasn't all good. She was terrified of Father, and she still was.
She was glad she didn't have to go close to him at any point during the meeting. After being around Keenan's softer scent, she was sure she would have a strong adverse reaction to Father.
