What did the housekeeper know?
What truth had she seen that I hadn’t?
There was a rustle outside the door, footsteps fading into the quiet.
I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself, to think clearly.
The dress felt constricting, a symbol of the role I was meant to play.
But the housekeeper’s warning lingered, urging me to question everything.
Was it too late to escape?
Or was this the moment to stand and demand answers?
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