One fateful morning, Lisa stood at the grand entrance of Williams's mansion, feeling awe.
The marble floors gleamed under the soft glow of crystal chandeliers, casting intricate patterns of light across the foyer. The air carried a faint scent of lavender, a reminder of the fresh flowers that adorned every corner.
This was a world far removed from her tiny apartment in Pennsylvania, where the smell of coffee grounds mingled with the noise of the city outside.
"Welcome home, Mrs. O'Connell," a voice interrupted her thoughts. Lisa turned to see Mrs. Patterson, the housekeeper, smiling warmly at her. Despite her initial nerves, Lisa couldn't help but return the smile.
Mrs. Patterson had been kind to her from the moment they met, reassuring her that she belonged here, even though everyth
