SETTLING

ANNA

The morning light filters through the large windows, casting a soft glow over the polished floors of the mansion. It's my first time in Damien's home—our home now. The grandeur of it all is almost overwhelming. The high ceilings, the intricate moulding, the expansive rooms... everything about this house screams wealth, power, and status. It’s a far cry from the cozy apartment I once shared with my parents.

Miss Rosie, Damien’s nanny, is standing patiently by the door. She’s dressed in a neat uniform, her expression warm and welcoming. She’s been working for the Donovan’s together with my father for years, and it shows in the way she moves through the house with such ease like she’s part of its very foundation.

“Mrs. Donovan,” she begins, her voice gentle, “would you like me to show you around the house? I can help you get acquainted with everything you need to know.”

I force a smile, nodding. “Yes, thank you, Miss Rosie. That would be great. But please call me Anna.”

She smiles