NARRATOR

From the moment Freya stepped into the housekeeper’s room, she felt a pang of regret—but it was too late now.

"Sit down, please, sit here," Mrs. Prescott invited her politely, gesturing toward the armchair by the fireplace—conveniently with its back to the bathroom.

"Tell me, how can I help you?" she asked, standing in front of the old woman, pressing her hands together to hide their trembling.

"Well, you submitted the account ledger, and the Duchess instructed me to review it…"

"You?