ENISA's POV
The chilly air carried the scent of rain as I hurried across the courtyard with a basket of folded linens pressed tightly against my chest.
Dark clouds gathered above the estate, swallowing the last traces of sunlight, and the servants moved quickly through the halls before the storm broke loose.
I kept my head lowered as usual.
Invisible.
That was the safest thing to do in this house.
Just as I stepped beneath the arched walkway leading toward the servants’ quarters, hurried footsteps echoed behind me.
“Enisa!”
I paused mid-step and turned around cautiously.
One of the younger maids came running toward me, nearly slipping on the damp stones.
“Madam Ginger is looking for you,” she said breathlessly.
My stomach sank instantly.
“What did I do this time?”
“I don't kno
