BRIAR’S POV
Today is my last day as a maid, courtesy of Granny Tavian—a true goddess and an angel in her own way.
I never imagined this moment would come, always thinking I’d have to escape to finally be free of the unending chores, the torture, and Annalise, without knowing how I would even go about it.
I counted the seconds, minutes, hours, and days I had to clean and chip my perfect nails, following orders like a dog.
And now… I’m free.
The order was delivered today by Deborah, the note stamped and signed by Tavian himself, nestled on the neatly folded maid’s dress and dog collar in my hands.
I skip happily toward Madam Hail’s office, Deborah following closely behind me like a shadow. I’m happy for the first time since coming to this hellhole, humming a song and whipping my h
