TRIXIE'S POV
"She didn't leave?" I repeated, my eyebrows knitting together. My anger about the gossip instantly turned into total confusion. "Why the hell is she still hanging around my walls? Is she trying to rob me or something?"
Mary shook her head quickly, looking sympathetic. "No, Miss Trixie. It’s not like that at all. The poor girl... she just doesn't have anywhere else to go."
"What do you mean she doesn't have anywhere to go?" I asked, sitting up straighter. "Doesn't she have a family? A home?"
"No, Miss," Mary sighed, crossing her arms tightly. "She has been living here in the mansion's staff quarters for a whole year. And just two weeks ago, she was completely scammed out of all her life savings by a fake realtor. She has zero money and nowhere to sleep tonight."
I blinked,
