Chapter 4: Disguise
By the time Abigail arrived in Blue York and at the condo she was to share with Genevieve, she was much calmer but exhausted.
Standing in the middle of Genevieve's room and surrounded by her luggage, Abigail rolled her stiff shoulders, trying to get rid of the ache left by the weight of the heavy bags she had carried herself.
She couldn't distinguish if it was funny or sad that she had traveled ahead of Genevieve with all their luggage while all Genevieve was bringing down the next day was her handbag.
This was no doubt a reminder of her unspoken role in Genevieve's life—the role she had been assigned without consent, the one she played so well that no one even noticed her discomfort.
Although her heart was heavy, it also felt strangely light. Genevieve wouldn't be here until tomorrow. This was her one night of peace.
She had not known one night of peace away from Genevieve all her life. This was going to be the very first time she spent a night away from Genevieve, and Genevieve had only allowed that because she wanted her to unpack her bags and organize the place before her royal arrival.
Thankfully, the apartment was immaculate since she had hired a cleaning agency to send people to clean up the condo before her arrival.
Still, Abigail couldn't resist the urge to tidy up. It was a habit ingrained in her, a way to occupy her hands when her thoughts became too loud.
Without wasting time, she walked toward the windows, pulling open the heavy curtains to let in the late afternoon sunlight. Dust motes danced in the golden beams, swirling lazily.