Pretty Little Secrets

I immediately sprang away from the glass tile, noticing in that split second right before the door opened, how it came up, and offered a glimpse of a room down below.

I looked up as the door finally opened, and a maid stepped in. Her eyes met mine, and her brows immediately furrowed in confusion.

For a long minute, we both just stared at each other, neither of us quite finding the words to address the other with, yet knowing we would eventually have to.

"Uhmm.." I said, moving slowly. "I was... looking for Florian."

She gave a small smile. "Yes, ma'am. Sir Florian left a while ago, and I am here to discard his used clothes. "

I nodded. "Yeah, sure. Please, go on."

She gave me a look, but her mechanical smile didn't falter. She walked down towards a rack, took out a few clothes, and walked away with a respectful nod towards me.

Once the door closed again, I let out a small sigh of relief, my hand on my chest, my body lightly shivering. That was so fucking close and I couldn't imagine