Chapter 53
Julie's Point of View
Not long after that stormy confrontation, my bedroom door swung wide open.
A group of guards entered, carrying a massive white desk, an intricately carved wooden bookshelf, and large, stuffed paper bags.
I stood in the corner, stunned, watching them arrange the new furniture with precision.
How could Robert the man I had just pointed a cane at order all of this?
I approached one of the guards with cautious steps and asked in a low voice,
"Did Mr. Robert order these things for my room?"
The guard didn't even look at me. He replied in a dry, mechanical tone,
"Mr. Carlos Mendoza brought them."
I took a step back, a sharp gasp catching in my chest from the shock.
"Mr. Carlos?"
The guard ignored my bewilderment and finished the work with the others. They all withdrew, closing the door behind them.
I remained alone before that white desk the kind I had never dreamed of owning and the bookshelf that smelled of fresh wood.
