ISABEL'S POV

I stepped out of my room, quietly pulling the door shut behind me. The hallway was long and quiet, the soft carpet muffling my footsteps as I glanced both ways, hoping to spot a maid. Just in time, one appeared at the far end, walking toward me. But there was something odd, something that made me slow my steps without even realizing it.

The maid was carrying a large bouquet of flowers.

Not just any flowers — roses. Big, full, expensive-looking roses.

I narrowed my eyes as she came closer. Why was she carrying flowers? And at this hour too.

“You,” I said sharply.

Her head snapped up...