Eva settled in as if she had always been a part of the mansion. But it didn’t happen all at once. No, it was a gradual transition. A kind of conquest that didn’t make loud announcements, but was so obvious… so suffocating. By the second morning, her luggage had been unpacked into the east wing. On the third morning, fresh flowers, sent from multiple adoring fans, appeared in the sitting room_ she claimed it was a routine. By the fourth, the mansion’s staff had adjusted their routines around her preferences. I noticed it in the way Camilla avoided my eyes now. In the way Eva took my place, beside Lucian at the breakfast table. Meals were prepared and served earlier, as Eva claimed her doctor suggested. Lucian himself barely spoke to me. When he did, it was brief and practical. Almost professional. Devoid of anything that resembled emotion. Eva, on the other hand, spoke very often. “Claire,” she called one morning, her voice carrying easily across the hal
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