Delilah’s Pov
I woke up to the sound of shuffling feet. Not one, not two—several people moving around in my room. My eyes shot open, and for a second I thought I was dreaming. Four maids, carrying piles of dresses, shoes, ribbons, and jewelry, were bustling about like bees in a hive.
“What…” I nearly screamed, sitting up. “What is happening here?”
One of the maids, a tiny girl with big eyes, clutched a bundle of silks and said meekly, “Lord Malric ordered us to bring these for you, my lady.”
I blinked, completely dumbfounded. “Why?”
The maid looked at the others helplessly and stammered, “I… I don’t know, my lady.”
I threw off the covers and snapped, “Everybody out. Now.”
They hesitated, wide-eyed, as if Malric himself might materialize and punish them for obeying me.
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