The sun was barely up, but I was already wide awake. I spent an hour in front of the mirror, picking out the perfect "welcome" outfit.
I chose a silk wrap dress that was a soft, dangerous shade of emerald. It clung to my hips and stopped high on my thighs.
I walked down to the kitchen, my soft room slides pressing softly on the floor. The maids were rushing around, the smell of fresh coffee and omelets filling the air.
"Who is that tray for?" I asked, pointing to a plate of avocado toast and black coffee.
"It is for Miss Valentina, Madam," the head maid replied. "I was just about to take it up."
"I'll do it," I said, a slow smile spreading across my face. "I want to make sure our guest feels at home."
The maid looked surprised, but she handed me the silver tray. Because she wouldn’t
