Candace
The bath was steaming hot, the water soaking into my skin, easing all the tension and pain from the day. Steam curled up around my shoulders, loosening knots I hadn't realized I'd been carrying all day.
I sighed and leaned forward as Bree, my new maid worked soap through my hair. No matter how many times I told her I could bathe myself, she'd just shaken her head and whispered that she'd get into trouble. So I'd let her.
My quarters were huge and luxurious.
The bathroom alone was larger than the pig sty I had spent the last three years sleeping in.
Glass walls overlooked the bedroom beyond, revealing a sitting area decorated in cream and gold, a fireplace burning softly near the velvet couches, and a television mounted neatly against the far wall.
