~ Isabella’s POV

I stood there, unsure of what to do next. The maids’ cruel words still echoed in my mind, and I felt a knot forming in my stomach.

Should I keep searching for the head of the maids or just retreat to the safety of my room?

My thoughts were swirling, and I could feel my resolve faltering. Maybe it was best to stay out of sight, away from their piercing glares and harsh whispers.

Just as I was about to turn back, a loud crash jolted me out of my thoughts. The sound of glass ...