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Disorientation
Joanna looked around her rooms, a vague unease settling on her. Things didn’t quite seem right but she couldn’t quite put her finger on what exactly was wrong. The servants had obviously been busy moving things around and redecorating. It was odd, since she didn’t remember asking them to do so.
Looking at the rumpled sheets on the bed, she guessed Michael must have spent the night in her room. She swung around at hearing a noise behind her, hand rising to her chest. A slow breath escaped her as she saw a serving girl curtsey.
“Do you need anything else, m’lady?”
The serving maid kept her eyes on the ground, seemingly a little flustered. Joanna frowned; she didn’t remember having ever seen the girl before. It was unusual for new servants to be assigned to her.
“No, t
