Nothing seemed out of the ordinary once I arrived back in the mansion.

Doors were opened for me, a trail of maids followed a few steps back behind, rushed steps from the other staff to greet me upon my arrival.

I turned around to hush them down, “You don’t need to follow me,” I said with authority.

It took a full minute before I continued climbing the grand stairs because I never expected that, after months of living here, I learned to not feel bad when I tell other people to do something… I was used to being the one always obeying that it felt weird to give out orders....