Maisy
"Mr Quinn has really outdone himself this time," Emilia said to Sara as they admired the decor of the hall.
I set my eyes on the swinging chandeliers in an effort to ignore the stares of the servants. Judging by the bulging eyes which obviously indicated shock, I was certain they were the household helpers who were surprised to see a living replica to the late heiress. It could be that... Or the fancy dress I was made to wear. Still, I wasn't comfortable with it.
The royals abandoned me before I could even notice and I watched them join a group of elite women. It was a basic instinct to join them but considering how vain our conversation was going to be, I knew I had to pass.
I drifted my attention to watching other people be happy or pretend to be. Even my father seemed to be ha
