Scarlett’s POV

Light filters into the room slowly, warming my eyelids. I stretch, expecting silence and emptiness around me. But instead—gasps.

My eyes fly open immediately. A line of maids stands in my room. At least ten of them. Perfectly spaced. Perfectly still. They are all staring at me expectantly, and I jolt upright, gripping the sheets. “What…what is going on?” I ask, my eyes darting from one to the other.

Without answering, two maids roll forward a cart—and reveal plates ...