Mirellie
I stood frozen in the middle of the hallway long after Calliope disappeared around the corner. The silence she left behind felt wrong somehow. Heavy and tense, like the servant quarters themselves had stopped breathing.
Around me, the servants still stared openly. No one moved immediately and no one spoke either, but I could feel it happening already.
The shift.
Gods, I knew that look. I had spent my whole life learning how to survive beneath people’s judgment, and right now the atmosphere around me had changed completely.
Before this, they looked at me with mockery. Amusement. Disgust. I was the pathetic fat sister everyone whispered about behind closed doors. Now they looked at me with curiosity. A tinge of fear too because I had finally snapped. Because I publicly admitted
