His Terms, My Surrender
I admitted, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
The maid offered a small smile. “That’s why I brought it. Don’t worry, miss. You’ll have everything you need here.”
Everything I need? The words felt hollow. Nothing about this situation felt right or comfortable, no matter how nice the dress or food was.
The maid paused at the door, her hand resting on the doorknob. She glanced back at me, her expression soft but distant.
“My name is Bell,” she said quietly.
I opened my mouth to say something, but no words came. She gave me a small nod and turned, stepping out of the room. The door clicked shut behind her, and I heard the unmistakable sound of the lock turning.
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