Lidia strolled into the grand estate, her boots clicking softly against the polished marble floors. She took a deep breath, inhaling the faint scent of aged wood, lavender oil, and wealth. This was supposed to be her home, yet she felt like an intruder stepping into a place she barely recognized.
And the servants certainly weren't helping.
Eyes. So many eyes.
Everywhere she turned, they were staring. Peeking at her from behind pillars, whispering behind gloved hands, some even scuttling away like frightened mice.
"What the hell is wrong with them?" Lidia thought.
Then a blur of brown and white suddenly rushed toward her. "My lady!"
A young maid, her uniform slightly wrinkled as if she had been in too much of a hurry to smooth it out, grabbed Lidia's hands, her eyes wide with alarm. "Why did you come back?!"
Lidia blinked. "…What?"
