The knock came again, softer this time.
Sylvie sat up, rubbing her temples and just then her heart momentarily raced with the thought that it might be Ryan.
"Come in."
The door creaked open, but it wasn't the man she was hoping for, it was a young house worker.
"Miss Sylvie?" the house worker called with her hands clasped in front of her
She exhaled slowly before answering. "Yes?"
"Your mother has requested for your presence in the dining hall for dinner. Everyone is waiting."
Of course she did. A 'request' from Amelia Wilfred was never optional.
Sylvie straightened on the bed, smoothing her hands over the fabric of her trousers.“Thank you. Tell her I’ll be down shortly,” she said.
"Yes, ma’am."
The footsteps retreated, leaving the room and the hallway quiet again.
Sylvie sta
