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

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

the bathroom, the other maid shuffled on. The moment they were out of whispering range, the maid booked

wore thin with no answer. A sinking feeling took hold. It was clear. The maid had probably

Her phone? Upstairs, doing zilch. She let out an annoyed huff. Now and then, she gave the door a

taken such a maze-like route in this mammoth of a house. Who would be around often enough

about it, she

quiet seemed to wrap around her in that windowless chamber, only pierced by her

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

with claustrophobia. Yet, in this

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