The servants' quarters of the mansion were a cozy place, a room tucked away with matching furniture and a warm, lived-in feel.
The air smelled faintly of lavender detergent and cigarette smoke as Clara burst through the door, her footsteps a quick
tap, tap on the tiled floor, her face flushed crimson with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. She clutched the basket of linens she'd been carrying, setting it down with a loud clack and thud on the wooden table where Lily and Hannah were lounging.
"G-uys…" Clara said, her voice high-pitched and trembling, her cheeks burning as she stood there, a wide, giddy smile spreading across her face.
Lily, leaning back in a creaky chair with a cigarette dangling between her fingers, raised an eyebrow, exhaling a thin stream of smoke. "What is it now, Clara?" she asked, her tone casual but tinged with amusement, her eyes narrowing as she studied Clara's flustered expression.
