“That's great! What time is Mark coming? Should I change my dress? Why didn't you tell me earlier?” Marianne asked with a strange smile on her face.
The way she spoke told me that she was completely lost in another reality.
“You look good, little sister. You look beautiful. Mark will be happy to see you!” said Bicker.
However, he turned to another maid. “Why haven't you brought me the damn sedative?” he growled under his breath.
Marianne's words stopped when the same dark fog began to emerge from her pores as her expression turned worried again.
“You... you're lying to me. Why are you lying to me again? Let me out of here! I want to see Mark now!"
Marianne began to pull her hair frantically and, turning her body away, she immediately ran towards the door to open it, but Bicker held
