LILY'S POV
I could feel eyes on me. Watching. Judging.
The hallway that once bustled with light greetings and the occasional kind word now felt like a corridor of silence and suspicion. The walls were the same cream white, polished and sterile, but they closed in like a prison. The marble floor echoed beneath my feet, each step sounding louder than the last, as if mocking me.
Something had changed.
The same people who used to smile and offer to help me carry trays or buckets now looked through me. No–past me. Like I didn’t exist.
Some sneered. Others whispered behind cupped hands. A few simply turned their backs.
It was whispered, but loud enough for me to hear:
“Did she really think someone like her could have Sebastian all to herself?”
“Does she think a lowly maid like her stands a chance with him?”
“So full of herself, and she has nothing–absolutely nothing.”
“What a shameless slut.”
I tried to ignore it. I told myself I was imagining things. But deep down, I knew.
Victoria had do
