The next morning, sunlight poured in through my window, but the images from last night were still alive in my mind. I got up and stepped out of my room. Downstairs, the house was busy—servants washed dishes, scrubbed floors, moving quietly in the background.
At breakfast, I found a bit of food left—a plate of toast, some fruit, and a cup of tea. Maybe it was left for me because everyone else had already eaten and gone to work. I sat down and started eating, but my thoughts were somewhere else.
Mia soon appeared.
In her hand, she held a glass clear as crystal, and inside it shone the same white, creamy substance—intoxicating and mysterious. There was a strange smile on her lips, as if she knew a secret she wanted to wrap me into.
She set the glass on the table.
“Julie, here’s your
