Lisa's POV
I stood before the mirror, smoothing down the uniform Calla had given me. The fabric clung neatly against my body, plain yet clean. For a moment, I just stared at my reflection, tilting my head slightly to the side. My brown eyes were tired from the lack of sleep, but I forced them to glisten. My lips tugged upward until a bright smile broke across my face.
“You’ll be fine,” I whispered to myself. “Just smile. Just… keep smiling.”
The sound of the horn blowing outside shook me out of my thoughts. My heart skipped. That was the signal. Guests were arriving. I pressed my hands over my uniform, inhaled deeply, and rushed out of the maid’s quarter.
The courtyard buzzed with life. The strong scent of freshly cut grass mixed with the faint aroma of roasted meat coming from the kit
