Cynthia's Perspective
When I got back inside, Simon and Jasmine had already left.
Troy had arranged for me to stay on the third floor, next to Tiffany's daughter, Marlyn Marner.
I realized I hadn't seen Marlyn all day.
Could she have been the one rustling the bushes in the backyard earlier? Did she overhear my chat with Lambert?
Passing by Marlyn's room, I asked a maid why she hadn't shown up for dinner.
The maid told me Marlyn was into painting and had gone out of town with friends to do some sketching.
Since she was not in town, she couldn't have been the one eavesdropping tonight.
I spent a restless night at the Marner Estate filled with doubts.
The next morning, I got up early, freshened up, and decided to make a good impression since it was my first time staying at Troy's pla
