Violet
I pressed the buzzer.
A second passed.
Click.
The door creaked open, and I immediately tensed.
Of course it was her.
Harper, my cousin's personal maid.
She was the same age as us. She started working here when she was fifteen, but maid was a generous title for her. She was my cousin's shadow, mouthpiece, and full-time headache. Honestly, the two of them shared one brain cell, when they weren’t using it to torment me and Sebastian.
She paused in the doorway, surprise flashing across her face.
“You—” she started.
I stared at her, blank and emotionless. She looked at my face, then at the suitcase in my hand, and finally at Tiger.
Her lips curled. “Oh? Isn’t this Miss Violet? Or am I hallucinating? Is this not the same girl who stormed out a year ago like some tragic heroin
