On her way back to her room, Patricia couldn't stop sighing, her mind racing with questions and spinning through one anxious thought after another. What was Roman planning? How exactly was he going to introduce her to everyone? She needed answers,but all she had was the gnawing uncertainty chewing away at her nerves.
"That's her. Get her."
The command sliced through the air, sharp and unexpected. Patricia's head snapped up, her frown deepening as two maids began striding toward her with purpose. At first, she assumed they were after someone else and turned to look behind her. But when she saw no one there, and noticed how their eyes were fixed on her, her pulse spiked.
"What do you want?" She asked, panic creeping into her voice.
But the maids said nothing. Before she could retreat, each one grabbed her by the arm. Patricia gasped and immediately began to fight back, struggling against their grip.
