Worry washed over Ariana. Something was off. She approached the door, thinking she’d get the maid’s attention. But the door stood firm, not giving way even a little.

She pulled and yanked, but it was a no-go. Panic bubbled up as the truth settled in. She was trapped.

Heart pounding, Ariana hammered on the door, hoping her voice carried beyond it.

“Hey! Can anyone hear me?”

The maid outside smirked, hearing Ariana’s distant yells and wild thumps against the door.

Miss Pierre had hit the nail on the head. Lately, there were quite a few cunning ladies aiming to tie their fate to the well-heeled Fredricks. Claiming to be a doctor? Probably just a sneaky ploy to cozy up to Mr. Fredrick.

act. A Little lesson might be just the thing to quash any

maid zipped over and redirected her colleague, spinning a tale about a busted light and

on. The moment they were out

feeling took hold. It

out an annoyed huff. Now and then, she gave the door

mammoth of a house. Who would be around often enough to catch wind of

about it, she yelled in bursts, resting

eerie quiet seemed to wrap around her in that windowless chamber,

pitch dark, Ariana strained to see, but shapes remained ghostly. Initially, panic had her in a vice grip. But as time dragged on and her own ragged breathing was

had passed since her last dance with claustrophobia. Yet, in this moment, her thoughts were

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