CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND NINE 

HAZEL'S POV.

The truck stopped, and we got down from it, and began to pack things down. The workers took the goods, and handed them to uniformed maids waiting in front of the mansion, taking the goods from the workers. 

I took a little painting, and carried it with my head bowed, so recognition would be harder.

I wasn't going to wait around for anyone to come, asking me questions I didn't need. I got down from the truck with the painting, and marched right past the gates. 

Instead of handing it to a maid, I simply let myself flow in the sea of maids...