Lydia’s POV
I sat on the edge of the soft bed, staring at the golden lamp in the corner of the room. The room was too fancy for a prisoner, but that’s what I was. No one had come to speak with me. No updates. No food. Just silence.
Why is it taking so long? I thought, standing up and walking toward the door. I pressed my ear against it. Nothing.
It had been hours since that strange man brought me here and said William would see me soon. I was tired of waiting.
I began to pace.
Something’s not right. Why is everyone acting like I’m invisible?
Then a thought hit me.
If this really is William’s house… then maybe Ella is here too.
I turned toward the door, a slow smile spreading across my face. The idea made my blood heat up.
If she’s here… maybe I can pay her a little visit. Give her
