Elena - POV

I sat on the soft bed, clutching my head and squinting my eyes as I looked around the bedroom. Memories flooded in. Was it all just a dream?

"Elena, breakfast is ready." I heard Lyra's voice coming from the kitchen. She had returned from her vacation. I smiled at the thought of her.

Although she was the housemaid, she was more like a mother figure to me. Trusting people was difficult when I had just begun my successful career. But Lyra had always had good intentions, and she ...