Lyra's POV

I stared at my reflection in the mirror as I sprayed the vanilla scent perfume all over my body when I heard a soft click on my door.

I adjusted my head to properly put on my earrings when another click rang in my ears. “Come in,” I beckoned the person and I took a step back to look at my outfit once again.

“Miss Jenkins, there's an old lady outside who's obviously a relative and is after you,” the maid announced and I took a steady pause.

“Really? How did you know she's probably a relative?” I threw that question at her as I looked at my...