Eloise’ POV
I slept soundly last night, like a child cradled in a world free from worries. No interruptions, no unsettling thoughts lurking in the corners of my mind, waiting to unravel me. I love the way I get to feel the things only babies do.
When morning arrived, I stretched, my body protesting against the stiffness of the bed beneath me. It was no luxury—more like lying on a slab of stone that refused to yield. The discomfort settled deep in my bones... There are so many emotions of being out of place here. I couldn’t help but think how much I already regretted coming, and the day had barely begun.
My eyes wandered to the window, drawn to the bustling scene below. The estate was alive with movement—people darting back and forth, their voices a distant hum against the crisp morning
