Here's a rewritten version of the story with some minor edits for clarity and flow:
After dinner, Ivelle retreated to her room, feeling a mix of emotions. The next day, she decided to explore the mansion and get a better sense of her new surroundings. As she stepped out of her room, she encountered a friendly maid who introduced herself as her assigned companion.
The maid showed Ivelle around the mansion, taking her to the pool, garden, and upper floors. However, she mentioned that certain areas were off-limits. Ivelle seized the opportunity to ask about her husband, and the maid hesitated before sharing some insight.
"The boss is very reclusive and cold," the maid said, looking around nervously. "He rarely leaves his room, and when he does, it's usually to go straight to his car. He doesn't talk to anyone, and dinner is always brought to him."
Ivelle listened intently, her determination wavering slightly. But she pressed on, asking more questions about life in the mansion. The maid reassured her that it was fine, as long as she avoided getting on the boss's bad side.
As they sat in the garden, Ivelle mentioned her desire to renovate her room. The maid agreed to help, but their conversation was cut short when a bell rang, signaling the boss's arrival. The maid quickly scurried off, leaving Ivelle alone in the garden.
Ivelle watched as a black Mercedes drove into the courtyard, followed by escorts and bodyguards. She caught a glimpse of her husband, tall and broad-shouldered, but his face was obscured by the surrounding men. She stood up, considering approaching him, but hesitated. Maybe this wasn't the right moment. Yet, she felt a strong desire to connect with him, to understand why she was here and what he wanted from her. With a deep breath, she decided to take a chance and go inside, hoping to catch his attention and start a conversation.