The dawn was quiet, the river flowing lazily as Lily sat on the bank, her knees drawn to her chest. The cool breeze did little to soothe the storm brewing inside her. She stared at the water, lost in thought, as the events of the previous night replayed in her mind. Gregory's cruel laugh, his mocking words, and the way her secret had unraveled in the worst possible way.
Now, the others wouldn't even look at her. She had become an outcast among the servants, whispers trailing her every step. When Varick first saw her, he let out a big laughter and then made a whole drama of pretending to call out for "Theo". At first she was still wearing the cloak but she decided to ditch and ended up walking towards the river bank after working under the sun for some time.
"You have been hiding your face, quite well," a voice cut through her thoughts.