Savannah woke up to the sound of soft knocking on her door. She rubbed her eyes, still puffy from crying the night before. The room was dim, the heavy curtains blocking out most of the morning sunlight. “Come in,” she said, her voice hoarse. One of the maids entered quietly, carrying a tray with breakfast. The smell of fresh coffee and warm croissants filled the room, but Savannah’s stomach churned. She had no appetite. “Good morning, Mrs. Wolfe,” the maid said, placing the tray on a small table by the window. Savannah forced a small smile. “Thank you.” The maid hesitated before leaving, glancing at Savannah as if she wanted to say something. “Are you alright, ma’am? You seem... tired.” Savannah shook her head. “I’m fine. Thank you.” The maid nodded and left, closing the door softly behind her. Savannah stared at the untouched breakfast, her mind racing. The events of the previous day played on a loop in her head. Dominic’s coldness, Sophia’s smugness—it all made her feel so s
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