Misjudged
Valenticia’s POV:
The next morning came with an unfamiliar heaviness. I woke early, the nerves fluttering in my chest, forcing me to get out of bed before the sun was even fully up. After a long, warm bath, changing into a minimalist navy-blue dress, tying the hair into a little knot, I did not wear anything flashy; no jewelry, no heels, no designer bag. Just me.
I padded down the stairs. It was quiet in the house, peaceful. I went to the kitchen and made myself a pot of tea. Green, strong, unsweetened. I drank it slowly, the heat soothing my nerves as I looked out the window. Today wasn't about status. It was about learning. Watching and listening.
My grandmother came in soon after. She greeted me with a warm smile, dark eyes flicking up and down my outfit with quiet approv
