For good or for worse, I was finally out of the mansion. I’m still not able to swallow the mere fact that Rose is the one helping me to get out of here. The one who was hellbent on obeying the orders of her ‘masters’, as if they were written on stone.
“Remember what I told you?” She whispered in her croaky voice, her coal-black eyes solely on me, while her hand adjusted the black scarf I was wearing on my face.
The plan was actually quite simple. Honestly, a maid dress made all the difference and here I am, out in the wild, like an animal who was suddenly un-caged.
And maybe it was the trust Rose had earned all these years that no one doubted a single thing.
“Why are you helping me?” I couldn’t resist the temptation and asked. Although I asked the same question twice earlier, she waver
