Mila POV
Rolling my eyes and watching Alexis walk away, her words barely grazed my resolve. I was used to her degrading comments; they hardly ever moved me. "Alexis is just a spoiled little rich girl who's always used to getting her way," I muttered to myself, a laugh escaping my lips. The sound felt light, a contrast to the heaviness of the situation.
"Now back to finding my god-forsaken room," I sighed heavily, kicking off my shoes as I strolled down the expansive hallway. The house was beautifully adorned, all high ceilings and ornate decorations, but right now, it felt more like a maze than a luxury retreat.
"Miss, can I help you with something? You look lost," a butler asked, his voice breaking through my thoughts.
"Oh yes, finally, someone who can help me," I smiled at him, relief washing over me. "I just need to find my room."
