SYLVIA“Are you alright up there, dear?” a warm voice called out from below, breaking the silence. I did not want to move. I wanted the floor to crack open and swallow me whole so I would never have to face any of them again. I lay there, surrounded by the evidence of what I had done, my cheeks burning with humiliation. This was so unladylike of me and Estelle wasn't going to let me hear the end of embarrassing myself in front of a very important guest. I had wanted to spy on Vane’s supposed mistress, and instead, I had made a fool of myself. Before I could even gather the strength to push myself up, I heard footsteps hurry up the stairs in my direction. “Oh, my goodness, look at all this glass. Do not move, you might cut yourself,” Lady Andrea said as she rushed over to my side, her expensive fur cloak sweeping against the dusty floor.I braced myself, expecting a sharp glare or a condescending remark from the breathtakingly beautiful woman, but as she knelt beside me, her golden
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