Calla’s POV
The sun was gentle when it filtered through the sheer curtains, casting gold on the polished floor. I woke up first, slipped out of the suite as quietly as possible, and wandered through the villa barefoot. I was ready for my tour.
The halls were wide and quiet, every surface polished to a gleam. The scent of jasmine and lemon polish polish followed me everywhere I went.
A few maids passed by with their heads down, moving briskly and not even sparing me a glance.
“Good morning,” I said brightly.
They all froze like I pointed a gun in their heads.
One flinched, lowering her eyes..The other gave the quickest, stiffest nod and kept walking like I hadn’t spoken.
Right. I'm Isadora Kane now – the vilest bitch alive. But I'm going to change that if I'm going to be stuck here for eternity, I'm going to change things.
I tried again, approaching another woman folding linens in the corridor. “Hi! Beautiful day, right?”
She looked up, eyes wide. Terrified like others.
“Y-yes, m
