MADISON RAE
It was raining tremendously as I watched the rain hit glass of the window.
And then I saw her.
Lila.
A soft pink coat clung to her frame like innocence. Her hair was perfectly curled, not a strand out of place, and she had that familiar, gentle smile plastered on her face — the one she always wore when she wanted something.
The security guards blocked her at the front gate before she could take a step further. The guards were given instructions by alex that no outsider should enter the manor without our permission. I couldn't hear what she was saying, but I knew that tone — sweet, soft-spoken, manipulative. She was still smiling as she spoke to the guards.
I pressed my palm to the glass and whispered to myself, "She came."
Of course she did. I knew she wo
