It's still early morning in the mansion, but the servants have already started waking up and bringing the place to life.
Serene, wearing her white chef's coat, rubbed her eyes as she walked down the service corridor alongside Isabel.
"I'm so fucking tired, Isabel," Serene groaned, her footsteps heavy on the polished floor. "I feel like a zombie."
Isabel, who had been there for decades, let out a calm, melodic laugh. "That's why I tell you every morning... find yourself a rich husband. One with enough land that you never have to see a stovetop again unless you're admiring the marble."
Serene snorted, a lopsided grin appearing on her face. "Good advice, Isabel. But you know I'm never getting married. If I did, he'd have to be as rich as a Salazar son." She laughed, the sound echoing in the quiet hallway.
Isabel shook her head, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Be careful what you wish for. Wealth like that comes with shadows longer than the towers they live in."
