IRIS Usually, mornings were a chaotic mess of rushing servants, clattering breakfast trays, and orders shouted down from the grand balconies. But today was supposed to be entirely different for me. Today was my official off day, my one rare twenty-four hours to step out of this place.Late last night, while the rest of the servants' quarters was dead asleep, my phone had buzzed beneath my pillow with a direct text from Eli. My heart had done a shameless, foolish flutter reading his words. Dress up. I'll pick you up at the spot I send you tomorrow morning.I had woken up early, buzzing with a sweet, nervous energy that made me giggle aloud to myself in the quiet confines of my tiny room. I felt happy—almost dizzy with anticipation—at the thought of stepping into the outside world with him. I pulled out one of the secret packages Eli had bought for me, holding up a piece of dirty, slutty lingerie that had been hidden deep in the back of my wardrobe. It was a soft, crimson lace teddy wi
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