rivilege. The road leading to the Westmore mansion was a winding ribbon of smooth pavement, lined with manicured trees and ornate street

re mansion rose out of the landscape like a stone-and-glass cathedral, its architecture a mixtu

, the manicured hedges framing a glittering pool. It was a world of

a liveried chauffeur waiting to receive them. The man's expression was polite but reserved,

he was dressed in a flowing gown of ethereal silk, the

n, revealing a room that was as

iceless works of art. The chandelier overhead was a masterpiece o

foreign land, her shoes sinking into the plush carpet as she took in the surrounding

k of art that rose like a spiral of polished wood.. Somewhere in the depths of the house, she could hear

er side. She was dressed in a simple black dress and

ofessional as she took in Olivia's appearance. "Welcom

at dry and unsure of ho

second floor of the mansion. "You must be tired from your trip," she said, her voice warm, but

't help but wonder if the woman knew that she was an imposter, that she was not

The walls were a rich shade of burgundy, the floor a polished hardwood that gleamed in the soft light. The

tatues stood with stoic dignity. The room was both imposing

per said from the bathroom. ''I've been put in charge of seeing to it tha

flickered to the housekeeper's profile as she busied herself with the bath. ''Tha

of her movements betraying nothing of her thoughts. "Good," she said, her voice

*

e she was. The room had only a faint source of light. She reached out to Molly, her fingers gently brushing against the

searched for the time on her phone. It was a few minutes pas

g with a quiet thud, as she resol

nstairs, she thought as s

t it was dark inside with a soft gleam of light coming from a distance. She walked in, as she tried to flick the light on her phone. Her breath caught in her throat as she caught sight of

econds before she decide

owards the light switch in the kitchen