One week.
Seven days since they'd arrived at Isabella's estate.
Seven days of routine. Structure. Conditioning.
The girl woke at 6 AM. Without prompting. Without command.
Body clock reset. Circadian rhythm established.
She sat up. Swung her legs over the side of the bed. Stood.
Walked to the bathroom. Started the shower.
All before Isabella opened the door.
Isabella stood in the doorway. Watching. Pleased.
"Good morning," she said. "You're anticipating the entire routine now. Excellent progress."
The girl was already undressing. Stepping into the shower.
Isabella let her wash herself. Only intervening to check she'd cleaned thoroughly.
The girl dried herself. Dressed herself. Only needed correction on buttoning her shirt—still got the sequence wrong sometimes.
But mostly indep
