ABIGAIL POV:
I take my small suitcase from the taxi and look at the closed red door of the Winchester estate and sneer. No matter the difficulties ahead, as long as I get what I want in the end, I will survive anything that comes my way.
“Are you here to see someone?” a steward asks as he opens the front door, probably seeing me standing there from the video cameras posted outside.
“Naomi.” I state bluntly.
“Madame is taking a nap currently. Please wait outside a while. Besides, Winchester estate is not a homeless shelter for runaways.” He takes in my appearance. My hair is scraggly, and my clothes are random items I threw on after getting home from the hospital. I wasn’t aware my appearance had to be glamorous to get inside the house I’m living at. I roll my eyes at the man and sim
