By the time noon struck, Evelyn had already finished everything she’d promised Greta—her way.
She didn’t touch the kitchen. She didn’t fold laundry with the others. She didn’t slip into the routines that the women whispered about.
She worked where she chose to.
She had organized and strategized with Greta faster than anyone had expected, finishing the project plans in record time.
And once she was done, she didn’t linger to accept quiet praise or entertain passive-aggressive remarks.
She returned to her room, calm and unhurried, and changed into something far more suited for the afternoon she had in mind.
Her gym clothes were sleek and black—fitted leggings, a cropped athletic tank that hugged her figure just right, and her high-end gym sneakers laced perfectly tight.
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