Twenty five

Ellen's POV

As I walked into the grand foyer of our family estate, I made no effort to conceal the frustration and anger that weighed my heart. The foyer stretched out before me, adorned with exquisite marble floors and towering columns that reached towards a magnificent chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

“Why are you crawling behind me like a disfigured snail?!” I yelled at Ava, my assistant.

She scurried to my side. I gave her a demeaning look and with a graceful flick of my wrist, I tossed my bags into her awaiting arms, knowing she would handle them with the utmost care no matter what.

I walked into the mansion that stood in front of me.

“You there, fetch me some water at once.” I snapped at one of the house keepers, my tone sharp with frustration.

The maid scurried to comply with my demand, disappearing momentarily before returning with a crystal-clear glass filled to the brim with refreshing water. Yet, as she approached, I couldn't help but notice the weariness etched into