Chapter 9
That morning, the soft sunlight poured through the large window in Cleopatra Thompson’s room, warming the space filled with luxury. Cleopatra woke up with enthusiasm, her body resting comfortably on her lavish bed, wrapped in dark-colored silk sheets. She took a deep breath, feeling the comfort she always enjoyed every morning. As soon as she woke up, her sharp eyes scanned the room with excitement. Today was an important day, an opportunity she had planned for a long time.
Outside the room, her maid, Maria, stood carefully at the door, waiting for instructions. After a few seconds, Maria entered, carrying a tray with a cup of warm tea and several slices of fresh fruit. “Ms. Thompson,” Maria greeted softly, “I’ve prepared the bathwater as per your request last night. The flower
