“You need to be careful in the period your contract marriage will last in this mansion, Melissa”, Salsa whispered to me, combing her gaze around the mansion for any onlooker.
I was about prancing to the garden when I heard that voice mumble to my hearing and when I glared around it was Salsa.
At the time winter hung hugely over us, so she grabbed me by the arm as we advanced to get heated at the fireplace.
“What do you mean, Salsa?” I whispered and shot my furrowed, anxious brow at her. I knew I was supposed to be careful especially with the presence of those nitwit daughters of Fanny, or was there anything I needed to be more careful about?
She glared around one more time before whispering, “I overheard the girls discussing you. Their envy is beginning to grow over the fact that you a
