After Sofia left, William barged into my new room with a box of clothes in his arms, whistling a playful tune as he strode toward me.
I watched him set the box on my bed and motion for me to open it.
I hesitated.
Then slowly, I pulled out the first item on top, and my brows immediately knitted together.
"What the hell is this?" I held the white-and-black uniform away from me like it was infected.
William's cruel smile stretched slowly across his face, amusement sparking in his eyes.
"Exactly what it looks like. A maid outfit." He reached out and toyed with the lace trim of the skirt.
I jerked it out of his reach. "Yeah, I can see that, genius. What I don't understand is why I'm supposed to wear it."
His grin widened. "Because Nicholas thinks you should look the part."
I scoffed, r
