Elizabeth opened her eyes, the weariness from the previous night still clung to her bones, the dark circles around her eyes was a sign of a painful and sleepless night.
She dragged her tired body around, unwilling to think about anything that would add to her fatigue. She quickly dressed up for the day. Tomorrow would be the get-together banquet, and she could finally leave this place.
"Miss." Erica entered the room, "The young master requests for your presence."
"What young master?" She glanced at Erica with a sense of uninterest.
"The handsome young master, he wishes to see you outside."
"Tell him to go away, I need to work, need to protect George for the last time." She mumbled to herself. She didn't want to think of the events of the previous night. Why was he even calling for her after everything?
"Miss?"
