Cynthia’s POV
“Charlie,” I said with an apologetic smile on my face.
It was the least I could offer her after being caught leaving Millicent’s room when I was meant to be elsewhere.
The only other time I could remember where I felt guilty about being caught doing something I should have been doing was when I was younger, around 8 years old, I think when I had been caught stealing sugar from the pantry by the head maid. My mouth had gone mute, and I couldn’t explain myself, not that anything could sound like a plausible justification for stealing food to her. It felt a lot like that time, only that the guilty feeling seemed to be a lot stronger.
Charlie’s eyebrows rose in question as she stood in front of her now closed door with her arms folded.
“Are you done taking your things from
