Chapter 15: Unexpected Events
TERESA'S P.O.V.
The butler showed me to my room and told me to call him anytime I needed anything, I stood there blinking, my brain trying to process what he had just said. Call him? For what? I thought I was supposed to be the one answering calls, scrubbing floors, and probably doing a bad job of it. I muttered a thank you and shut the door behind me, the soft click of the lock feeling louder than it should have been.
And then I saw it, my room.
I had expected a tiny, cramped space with barely enough room to breathe—something befitting my supposed maid status. But what greeted me was a room that screamed royalty. The bed, for one, was massive, draped in silk sheets the color of champagne. Gold accents sparkled on the high posts of the canopy, and an extravagant chandelier hung from the ceiling, casting a soft, warm glow over the plush velvet couches in the corner. The smell of fresh roses lingered in the air, their petals arranged elegantly on a table by the window. The walls were lined with intricate wallpaper, almost as if each design told a story of luxury. It was the kind of room I'd only seen in magazines—rooms meant for queens. Queens. Not maids.
Why was I, a supposed maid, given this room? The closet itself could've been a small apartment—who needed this much space? And then there was another smell. Lavender, fresh and calming, filled the air, which, oddly, did help with my spiraling thoughts.
Okay, Teresa. Focus.
I sat on the edge of the bed—no, I sank into it—and for a second, I almost forgot why I was here. My phone buzzed. Luke. Of course, he'd pick the worst possible moment. I glanced at the time—10 AM. Great, as if I didn't already have enough on my plate.
My heart skipped. What on earth was I going to tell him?
"Hello?" I answered, knowing full well what was coming.