While Evelyn slept soundly afterward, completely exhausted from the night before, the entire mansion naturally knew what she had been up to.
Whispered gossip drifted through the halls like a morning breeze—soft at first, but impossible to ignore.
Doors had creaked open in the middle of the night, footsteps had paused, and more than a few ears had perked up at the unmistakable sounds echoing from Riley's room.
Sarah, Ivy, and Grace gathered in the pantry early that morning, each pretending to busy themselves with chores while stealing glances at one another.
It didn't take long before the topic slipped out.
"What was that last night?" Sarah finally whispered, unable to hold it in any longer.
"Someone was screaming… for hours," Ivy murmured, her face already turning pink as she remembered how loud it had been.
Grace leaned in, lowering her voice even more.
