Sabrina took a hot shower the moment she got back and crashed into her bed afterwards.
Most of the staff had retired for the evening, leaving only the faint clink of porcelain from the distant kitchen.
There was no sign of Miller and it was 9;45 already. She hadn't seen him all day and a part of her wanted to see him too bad. She ran her hands through her hair—recalling their last conversation and she had to admit she was a little too hard on him.
There was a sudden knock at the door and her eyes snapped to it instantly.
“Miller?” She stood up in anticipation.
Sabrina had barely gotten to the door when Helen appeared at the doorway and her smile faded.
"Madame. Mrs. Samantha is in the living room.”
"Miller isn't home." She replied and turned to walk back to her bed in disappointment
