SOPHIA'S POV
I woke up on a plush bed beneath me. I had never slept on such a large and comfortable bed before. It was different from the bed I used to share with my kids at the orphanage. I felt like I was floating on this new bed of mine.
My first morning in this mansion was as if I woke up in someone else’s life. Mr. Graham’s life, I suppose. The happenings of the day before rushed through my mind, but before I could think too much, a gentle knock interrupted my thoughts.
“Come in,” I called out, then sat up.
The door opened and three maids entered. They bowed as they greeted me. One of them carried a tray of food.
“Good morning, Mrs. Graham. We’ve brought your breakfast,” one of the maids said softly, placing the tray on the table beside the bed.
‘Mrs. Graham?’ I almost scoffed
