Evelyn's POV
I left the kitchen, my steps light but my thoughts heavy, as if the weight of them might slow me down. The mansion halls were quiet, a stillness settling in that was both calming and unnerving. The servants I passed stopped and greeted me with polite nods, their faces fearful and respectful. It made me smirk as I returned their gestures automatically, trying to ease their tightness around me, my mind too preoccupied to offer anything more than a faint smile.
Leona. I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Our conversation had gone well, or so it seemed. She had been polite, kind even, but there was something about her I couldn’t quite put my finger on. She didn’t slip, but did falter although she was trying too hard to hid it which I found interesting as it made my curiosity grow
