Anyways, a pure conscience fears no harm. But one thing she was sure of was to never let down her guard in this place. Once beaten, twice shy.
Putting the unsettling encounter out of her mind, she focused on the butler's brisk pace as they navigated through the maze-like corridors. Finally, they reached a set of double doors adorned with intricate carvings.
"Your room, Miss Fowler," the butler announced, opening the doors with a flourish.
Grace wheeled herself into the room and gasped in awe. It was a haven of elegance and comfort. Sunlight filtered through sheer curtains, casting a warm glow over the tastefully furnished space.
A plush bed with embroidered linens dominated one corner and she wheeled herself to the cozy seating area which beckoned to her from another corner, complete with a velvet armchair and a small coffee table.
