The door opened instantly, without my consent.
Five women, all dressed in simple black dresses with white aprons, moved with practiced precision as they filed in like robots.
Their hair was tied back neatly, and their expressions were focused, almost indifferent. I pushed myself up, the luxurious duvet sliding down to reveal my thin nightgown.
The sight of their bustling presence in what was now my room made my skin prickle with insecurity.
"Excuse me," I said, my voice cutting through the whispers.
One of them glanced my way but quickly turned back to her work as if I hadn’t spoken. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment and irritation.
It was as if I were invisible, a ghost haunting the edges of their world.
As I tried to sit up straighter, one of the maids picked up a pair of s
