Lila’s POV
I only sneaked out of my room because I was absolutely parched, and there was no way in hell I was going to call for a maid like some pampered princess. I had my pride. But navigating this stupid mansion in the dead of night was like trying to find your way through a haunted maze. Every shadow looked like a monster, and every floorboard felt like it was waiting to creak and give me away.
After turning down three wrong hallways that all looked exactly the same, I finally found the kitchen. The place was ridiculous. It looked more like a commercial restaurant than a home, complete with stainless steel appliances, endless marble, and a vibe that felt totally sterile. I practically ran over to the massive, high-tech fridge dispenser, grabbing a glass from the counter and chugging
