Chloe
Present time
“Mrs. Chloe.”
I blinked slowly, my body too heavy to move. With a dry, shaky breath, I closed my eyes again, trying to piece together where I was.
“Mrs. Chloe,” the voice came again.
This time, I forced my eyes open and turned my head. One of the maids stood by the door.
Oh. Right.
I was at my father’s house.
I let out a sigh and sat up, pushing the blanket off. I must have fallen asleep. I remembered lying down for just a moment, wanting a break before the inevitable evening disaster. Apparently, my body had shut down the moment I hit the bed.
The maid spoke again. “Dinner is served downstairs. Both Master and the Young Master are waiting for you.”
I glanced at the wall clock.
8 p.m. I’d been out for over three hours?
“Alright,” I murmured, my voice rough f
