As Ivelle stepped out of the car and onto the mansion's driveway, she felt a sense of trepidation. The mansion loomed before her, its grandeur and beauty tempered by an air of soberness, sadness, and blindness. She shivered, despite the warmth of the day.
As she walked towards the entrance, a line of maids greeted her, their faces somber and their eyes downcast. "Welcome, madam," they chimed in unison, their voices lacking warmth.
Ivelle's heart raced as she followed the maids up the stairs to the second floor, where a master bedroom awaited her. The room was elegantly furnished, but the atmosphere felt heavy and oppressive.
As soon as she entered, Ivelle quickly pulled out her phone and texted Irene, who responded with a concerned "Please, what's up?" Ivelle reassured her sister that she was okay, but Irene's worries lingered.
After settling into her new room, Ivelle's mind began to wander. She thought about the strange atmosphere of the mansion, the somber faces of the maids, and the eerie silence that seemed to permeate every corner. But despite her growing unease, Ivelle steeled herself with determination. Whatever lay ahead, she was ready to face it head-on. Everything would be fine, she told herself. It had to be.
Ivelle settled into her new room, but her mind was racing with questions and doubts. She didn't know anyone in the mansion, and the eerie silence made her feel uneasy. She decided to stay in her room until dinner, hoping that things would become clearer then.
As evening approached, a soft knock on the door announced that dinner was ready. Ivelle's heart skipped a beat as she freshened up and made her way to the dining hall. She was expecting to see her husband, to finally have some answers and clarity on her new life.
But as she entered the grand dining hall, her heart sank. The table was set for one, and there was no sign of him. Ivelle's confusion turned to frustration as she took her seat, wondering why she was being kept in the dark.
As she waited for her food to arrive, Ivelle's mind raced with questions. Who was her husband, really? What did he want from her? How was she supposed to live her life in this vast, empty mansion? The more she thought about it, the more she felt like a pawn in a game she didn't understand.
Just as she was starting to lose her appetite, a servant arrived with a steaming plate of food. Ivelle forced a smile, thanking the servant, but her eyes scanned the room, searching for answers that seemed to be hiding in the shadows.