"A light lost in the dark, would it turn dark too to survive?"
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"Did you just call me mistress?" Grace blinked and looked around. Hoping that there was a woman standing just behind her and she had misunderstood the staff. If they have taken her to someone else because of her makeup and jewels.
"Yes, mistress. Your grace is waiting for you." Grace stole a glance toward the direction of that haughty woman and then looked at the servants with uneasiness growing in his heart.
"There must be a mistake. I am not your mistress." she shook her head hurriedly and took a step back, looking for a path to run.
As if reading her thoughts, the maids exchanged glances, "mistress Grace, you do not understand the situation you are in. Do you? The lord had asked you to handle your grace. You have to come with us." the voice of an older staff went grave as she looked at Grace with a cold glare making Grace ashen instantly.
