~~BELLA'S POV~~
I rose to my feet and made my way toward the door. For some reason, I couldn't find any of the maids, and the room was engulfed in a prohibitive silence, sending chills down my spine.
Am I really in danger? And why is my entire being suddenly shaking?
"Buttefly, can you check who's at the door?"
[I'm sorry, but for some reason, I'm unable to access the CCTV camera.]
I nodded in understanding, then picked up the fruit knife from the basket. Stepping closer to the doorbell camera, I tried to see who was there. All I could make out was the back of a person.
[Something is weird,] Butterfly suddenly spoke, and I nodded in agreement. Still, I had to open the door to figure out if the strangeness was from the situation—or the person standing outside.
"Donna," the person greeted with a slight bow as I opened the door. I couldn't place any feeling of familiarity between us.
