Mia's POV
My stomach growled painfully as I made my way downstairs. I hadn't eaten all day, too upset by everything that happened with Rolex and Xavier. But now hunger overrode my desire to hide.
The dining room was empty, plates cleared away. Had I missed dinner? Surely they would have called me...
The kitchen lights were still on, and I could hear the clinking of dishes being washed. Maybe there were leftovers.
"Excuse me," I said softly to Maria, one of the maids. "Is there anything left from dinner?"
She wouldn't meet my eyes. "I'm sorry, Miss Mia. We... we weren't allowed to save anything for you."
The words took a moment to register. "Not allowed?"
"Direct orders," another maid added, looking uncomfortable. "We're not to give you any food."
My chest tightened. "But... who ord
