See Me For Who I'm Trying To Be

While Vivi was making her it her goal to find out Cassius's true self, the senior maid, Miss Elma, stepped behind her, her hands reaching for the handles of the wooden wheelchair, ready to guide Vivi toward the mansion's warmth.

Vivi's gratitude for Miss Elma was immense,.the woman had been her rock, her caretaker through countless fragile days—but in that moment, a spark of determination flared within her.

She didn't want to be pushed, not tonight.

Her body, though still weak, was stronger than it had been in years, thanks to Cassius's treatments, and this wheelchair, his gift, had given her a taste of independence she wasn't ready to relinquish.

She wanted to move herself, to prove she wasn't the delicate child everyone treated her as, so she opened her mouth, ready to gently decline the maid's help, her voice soft but firm.

"Miss Elma, I—"