The mere thought of having to go to James' mansion and possibly encountering him in any hallway sent a jolt of electrifying excitement through me, which confused and terrified me in equal measure.
However, when the taxi finally stopped in front of the imposing mansion, I let out a sigh of resignation and got out of the vehicle.
“Miss Skard, welcome,” I heard Darla's professional voice as she approached me with a slight smile on her lips, her calm expression contrasting with the storm of the morning. “Today it will just be Rachelle, you, and me. King James is away for a meeting in the capital,” she said.
As soon as I heard her words, a wave of relief washed over me. That meant I wouldn't have any unexpected encounters with James, nor would I have to deal with the presence of his detestab
