Emma descended the grand staircase, the soft hum of conversation and activity greeting her as she entered the dining hall. The maids were bustling around, setting the table and preparing for what seemed to be an important day. The whole room was alive with energy, yet she felt like a quiet observer, unsure of her place in this new household.

Her eyes searched for someone familiar, and soon, she found Viktor’s mother, Eleanor, overseeing everything with her usual grace. Emma approached her hesitantly, trying to gather the courage to speak.