Evelyn’s POV
Hushed voices echoed through the walls and up to her room, but Evelyn’s ears couldn't pick up the words, all she could hear was the muffled voices. One voice belonged to Damian, it was low and firm. The other… feminine, smooth, triumphant.
Evelyn was worried, but she couldn't go out, because doing so would only interrupt whatever chaos was going on in the mansion.
She sat rigid on the edge of her bed, the book she was reading forgotten in her lap. Her fingers gripped the fabric of her nightgown as though she was bracing herself for a punch, but it didn’t stop the unease creeping up her spine. Then she heard it, that laughter—Vanessa’s laughter, she couldn't be mistaken, she had heard that laughter multiple times on the recorded videos of high class events.
She closed the
