Rhea POV
I took the long way around the house. I didn't want to pass the living room. I didn't want to hear the laughter stop when I entered.
I didn't want eyes on me so I slipped through the back hallway, the one the servants used.
It was quiet and narrow and had this weird smell of soap and old wood. The servants quarters were at the far end and my room was there.
Small and plain, but it was one of the few things I could call mine.
Before I reached it, I slowed down in the hall beside the main dining area that had glass walls.
Floor to ceiling. It was clear and polished. From here you could see everything without being seen. I stopped to stare.
The party glowed inside.
Warm, orange lights were hanging from the ceiling and soft music was humming through the room.
People were mixi
