“Mom, can I take Dorothy with me instead of my security? We’re just running errands. I promise we’ll be careful! Please, mommy?” Serena begged, her eyes wide with exaggerated innocence.
To my surprise, her mother smiled softly and nodded. “Alright, but be back before dark.”
As soon as we passed through the mansion doors, Serena squeezed my hand and winked playfully. I couldn’t help but smile, shaking my head at her antics. What a silly heiress.
Serena and I had been close ever since I started working at the mansion. Perhaps it was because we were the same age, or maybe because she had no siblings. Despite the differences in our social status, Serena never seemed to care. She once told me it was my attitude she admired, and from that point, she treated me as her equal—eventually, as a sister.