Sofia nervously smoothed her skirt, her heart pounding in her chest. The imposing gates of Blackwood Manor loomed before her, a stark contrast to the cozy cottage she called home. A sense of trepidation mixed with a strange anticipation as she stepped through the grand entrance.
The interior was a masterpiece of opulence, a world away from her simple life. The high ceilings, ornate chandeliers, and polished marble floors were breathtaking. A soft, classical melody filled the air, adding to the serene atmosphere.
As she waited in the grand foyer, she couldn't help but steal glances at the portraits lining the walls. They depicted generations of the Blackwood family, each face a testament to a life of privilege and power.
A soft voice interrupted her reverie. "You must be Sofia," a young girl with bright, inquisitive eyes said.
"Yes, that's me," Sofia replied, smiling at the girl.
"I'm Lily," the girl introduced herself, her voice filled with excitement. "Daddy's waiting for you in the study."