I sat down on the cold hard floor, my body numb and cold. I sat still on the darkness alone with my own thoughts. No one came to visit me. Not the maids, not Yasmin, not Aurora. But then I suppose she was also locked up just like me. I counted the hours as it went by, waiting for Ivan. Dahlia had said he was going to be the one to pass judgement. So if I could just convince him, that I had absolutely nothing to do with the male servant, then perhaps he would let me go.
Thinking of the main servant though, something doesn't feel right about him. I mean how could he come into my room just because I smiled at him. He wasn't the only servant I smiled at and I even smiled at him in gratitude, it wasn't a smile of invitation for him to come into my bedroom! Something about this whole thing doesn't add up.
