CARLOTTA’S POVThe morning sunlight filtered through the small window as I heard Mama moving around the tiny kitchen. The smell of coffee filled the air, and for a moment, I could pretend I was still a child waking up in our old house."Good morning, baby," Mama called softly as I sat up on the couch, rubbing my eyes."Morning, Mama," I mumbled, trying to smooth down my messy hair.She appeared in the doorway, already dressed for work in her simple black uniform. "I have to leave for the Blackwood mansion soon, but I've been thinking about you all night.""About what?" I asked, stretching my stiff muscles."About your future," she said, sitting down beside me on the couch. "I'm going to bring us some food from the kitchen today - Mrs. Blackwood doesn't mind when I take leftovers home.""That's kind of her," I said quietly.Mama reached over and took my hands. "Carlotta, I need you to listen to me carefully. You're only eighteen years old. Eighteen! You shouldn't be living your life li
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