When Isabella entered the house, the maids were already lined up in the living room as though waiting for her arrival. They greeted politely with warm smiles and soft bows. She managed to smile back, even though her heart was still heavy from the emotions she’d left behind in the car.
“Welcome, ma’am,” Martha said cheerfully as she approached. “Food is ready if you’d like to eat.”
“Thank you, Martha,” Isabella said, forcing a little smile. “Actually, I’d like to talk to you privately.”
Martha blinked in surprise. “Oh… of course, ma’am,” she said, nodding quickly.
Isabella turned and began walking toward her bedroom. Martha followed quietly, closing the door behind them once they were inside. The room was softly lit, the faint fragrance of lavender from the diffuser filling the air. Isa
