ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY

SYLVIA'S POV

I woke up to the soft rays of sunlight filtering through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. I took a deep breath and smiled, still marveling at the grandeur of the Lockwood mansion. Sitting up, I glanced around the unfamiliar room, taking in the luxurious decor. It felt surreal to be here.

Quietly, I slipped out of bed and made my way to the door connecting to the rooms where Zenith and Zendaya were still asleep. I peeked in and couldn’t help but smile at the sight of them curled up, peaceful and content.

I walked back to my room and entered the bathroom. I turned on the sink and splashed some cold water on my face, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. The familiar routine of my old life seemed like a distant memory now.

Just as I was about to head back to the bedroom, a knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. “Who is it?” I called out.

“It’s the maid,” came the response.

I recognized the voice immediately. “Dora?” I asked, a bit surprised.

“Yes,