Lily's pov
A chill ran through me–not from the air conditioning, but from the realization that my worst nightmare was becoming a reality. Victoria –of all people–was not only here but living in the same mansion... and she might soon become the young master's wife.
If I had known she’d be here, that she’d be this close to me again, I would’ve stayed home. I would’ve given up this job before it even began.
Everyone was clapping, smiling, and praising the master's future wife. But not me. To them, she was a goddess in heels, glowing with elegance. To me, she was a serpent in designer silk. Maybe I wouldn’t hate her this much if not for what she and her mother did. I try to forget, but some things carve too deep.
“Lily, what’s wrong?”
“Huh?” I blinked, pulled back to reality.
Emma tilted
