Heather descended the grand staircase, trailing cautiously behind Lily. She didn't trust her enough to walk ahead, keeping her within sight at all times. As they neared the bottom of the stairs, Heather's gaze landed on a row of maids lined up neatly, their uniforms pristine. Their hands were clasped behind their backs, heads slightly bowed. The display was unnerving, almost reverential. Are they bowing to me? . Heather bit back her unease, she wasn't about to draw any wild conclusions just yet.
Lily led her to a door tucked off to the side. Two tall men in suits flanked it, their faces expressionless. Without a word, they stepped forward and opened the door as Lily approached. Heather peered inside, her heart skipped a beat as her eyes swept over the group seated within.
