Isabella stirred in her sleep as the early sounds of movement filled the Denovan estate. The faint hum of maids in the hallway, soft clinking of dishes from the kitchen, and the gentle footsteps nearing her room blended into a comforting morning rhythm.

She turned on her side, hugging her pillow closer, when she felt a warm hand on her leg. Her lashes fluttered open, and she blinked in surprise — Mrs. Denovan sat beside her bed, gently massaging her legs with warm oil, humming a soft tune under her breath.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” Mrs. Denovan said warmly, her tone motherly and full of care.

Isabella yawned softly and sat...