CAT
I'm grasping at straws.
What else am I supposed to do? I can't exactly assume Nico brought me here without being cautious that I may run for the hills. The irony isn't lost on me.
The man has probably been planning this for ages, just like his previous rodeos. It's never mattered how obvious it is that he's behind a scheme. There's never a trace of him, no proof leading to him.
I manage to change my mind before I tell the housekeeper my real name. It's not going to help her, anyway. Maybe one day, I will tell her—I hope that will not be because I've been imprisoned here for long enough that we have to get to know each other better.
For now, I tell her, "Snow is indeed my name."
She tries to hide her surprise but I see it through the mirror and she flushes.
"Sorry, it's just a very…unusual name."
