"Wow, she looks so beautiful."
"No wonder brother has not been coming home lately."
"What's her name?"
"I think it was Esmée."
Esmée had never had the best sleep in her life. She wasn't sure if it was the luxurious sheets and floral fabric conditioner, or the fact that she was staying in a comfortable room.
The bed she was sleeping in that evening was incomparable to the hand-me-down mattress in her previous bed. The guestrooms at the Bardin's mansion had better cushions than her own.
Just as she was still in dreamland, however, she thought she heard voices of children.
She merely dismissed the idea, focusing on her peaceful sleep, but after a while, the voices became louder and louder and she swore she felt a weight on her slender body.
When she fluttered her eyes open, she screamed, hastily getting up, "Ahhh! Oh, my goodness! Who - who are you?!"
