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Olivia's POV The day arrived like a drumroll. News of Grace Wellington’s return had already gone across the globe like wildfire. Her face was on the news, her name on every social feed, and the Wellington name buzzed once again with relevance.And as a family, it was our duty to welcome her back in the grandest style imaginable. I stood by the doorway of Leila’s room, watching her as she sat before the large gold-rimmed mirror, admiring herself with an unbothered smile. She was dressed in a blush-pink satin gown, the kind that shone as she moved, every inch designed to flaunt wealth.The gown’s off-shoulder design revealed her slender neck, while pearl earrings dangled softly beside her cheeks. She looked exactly as Wellington should. Delicate, polished, enviably untouchable.“Do you remember what I told you?” I asked, stepping into the room, my arms folded across my chest. “You are Grace; from this moment forward, Leila Marrow does not exist to you. And I…” I took a deep breath and
Grace's POV I should have turned away, focused on the trays I was meant to carry or the tables I was meant to serve, but I couldn’t. I stood there, frozen in place, my eyes locked on him as he walked away with his grandmother. He didn’t even look back. But then, I was hopeful he might. That at the last moment, he’d turn, his eyes would find mine, and we’d both know, despite the years, despite the masks, despite the lies. Each step he took unraveled something inside me, something I thought I’d buried long ago. But the memories came anyway, flooding relentlessly. The way he had grabbed me just moments ago, his hand firm on my arm, almost desperate. The weight of his gaze, boring into mine as if he were searching for something, something familiar. My heart had pounded so loud in that moment that I was certain he’d heard it. “I miss you, Ernest,” I whispered under my breath, tasting the bitterness of my own longing. My teeth grazed my bottom lip, biting down to stop myself from
Ernest's POV I stepped through the grand doors and was welcomed by the sound of laughter, chatter, and the clink of glasses. Grandmother had told me this would be a night to remember. Grace Wellington’s return ceremony. Just the thought of her name stirred something in my heart. I hadn’t seen her in years, but I’d been counting every single one, waiting for the day I could stand before her and say everything I’d been holding back. Tonight, I told myself, would be that fateful night. I had just rounded the corner toward the main hall when I heard two voices drifting out from a nearby pillar. Guards were supposed to be silent and alert. Instead, they were talking like gossiping washerwomen. ''I’m telling you, she doesn’t belong here,” one muttered. “Keep your voice down,” the other muttered. “You want Mrs. Wellington to hear you?” “Do you think I care? All I know is, the young lady’s not the same since she came back. Something’s off. I saw her earlier; she didn’t even recogn
Grace's POV A servant hurried toward us, almost tripping over her own feet. She stopped in front of Oliver and bowed slightly, then spoke in a breathless rush. "Sir..." she began. ''There’s an important visitor here to see you.” Oliver’s brow furrowed. “And who might that be?” He asked. “Ernest Montgomery,” she replied. My heart sank, and I widened my eyes in disbelief. Ernest Montgomery, we’d met years ago, back when my mother was the chairperson of the Hearts foundation. He wasn’t a boy from the streets, he’d been visiting with his grandmother, who was there to donate and speak with the children. For a moment, my heart raced at the thought of seeing him again. He was one person I had a happy childhood with. He’d laughed at my silly jokes. For months after, we’d exchange quick letters until I heard they moved abroad and so our communication ceased as well. I hadn’t seen him since; I didn't even hear of him again, not until now. What was he doing here? Could he possibly b
Grace’s POV "That's the only way, ma’am." Lola repeated. And with that she walked out of the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I pressed my back against the wall, staring at the floor as her plan replayed in my head over and over. Disguising as a maid wasn’t the problem, but how can I hide my identity? Lola had suggested a mask to cover my nose and mouth, but would that be enough? I bit my lips and shook my head as I stared blankly at the wall. It's indeed risky, but I didn't have any other option. Days passed before I saw Lola again. When she finally returned, she only brought two things. Food in a flask and a folded maid’s uniform. My hands trembled as I took them. After eating, I put on the dress, and we sneaked out of the room quietly. “Ready?” Lola whispered, glancing toward the door. I nodded, and we moved through the corridor, careful with every step. “Where are we going?” I asked in curiosity, gazing at her. “To the servants’ quarters, of course. Shh.” She
Grace's POV I sat up slowly, and my lips quivered as I turned to her with a teary face. Lola is my personal maid, my best friend, and everything. If not for her, I would've been dead by now. But her kindness and loyalty keep me alive. However, for the past two weeks I haven't set my eyes on her, until now. ''Lola?'' I breathed and pulled her into her hug. "Ma'am." She responded, holding me tightly to herself. "I'm sorry I left you. It's been tough.'' She said between sobs, and I patted her back lightly. "I understand, but the good thing is that you're here now. I know I'm safe.'' I muttered, and she pulled away and stared directly at my face, pressing her lips together as she nodded her head. "I brought you food," she said and glanced at the door before taking out a wrapped parcel from her dress and handing it over to me. Without wasting much time, I consumed the food like my life depended on it. Or maybe, it did. "Take it easy, ma'am." Lola said in panic, fearing that








