NARRATIVE POV
Hilary stared at her reflection in the vanity mirror. Her smile was calculated, and her blue eyes sparkled with secrets and mischief that remained untold.
“Miss Hilary, the Delta stated that he would be away travelling for a few days,” one of the housemaids informed her as she entered the room carrying a food tray.
Hilary's face twisted with sourness. “Have you not learned anything yet? You do not enter my private chambers without my approval first, is that clear? Do you need another lesson on my rules?”
The tone in which Hilary spoke caused the three maids to freeze in fear. The one working on Hilary’s hair paused as her hands trembled. The other maid, laying out her clothes, also paused, but her eyes stared at the youngest maid, clutching the tray, shaking in her grasp.
