The corridor leading to Greta's quarters seemed darker than usual, each step feeling heavier than the last.
Rosa walked slightly ahead of me, her presence a small comfort amidst my swirling thoughts.
The anticipation clawed at my chest as I prepared myself to meet the head maid—the woman who supposedly held the keys to answers I desperately needed.
Yet, I knew I had to tread carefully.
"Rosa," I said softly, breaking the silence.
She turned to look at me, her expression questioning.
"You didn't tell Greta anything, did you?" I asked.
Her brow furrowed in slight offense.
"Of course not, Signora Maria. I only told her you wanted to speak about... Bruno's first wife. Nothing else."
I nodded, my steps slowing slightly.
"Good. This has to stay between us, okay? No one can know."
Rosa stopped in her tracks and turned to face me fully, her dark eyes serious.
