Getting closer to her

Olivia’s POV

The next day, I wandered through the halls and eventually found myself headed down to the kitchen. Cautiously, I peered through and saw the maid preparing a salad. There was only one person that does this so often, and it also meant that she had just finished her breakfast, which suited me well.

I walked in casually, glancing across the kitchen. Everyone was so busy that they had not quite taken note of my appearance.

“Miss Olivia!” a maid called out, startled at my appearance. A smile spread across my lips as I walked up to them.

“It's okay, please don't mind me, go about your normal duties,” I chirped. They seemed uneasy at first, but then they all felt somewhat relieved as they went about their activities.

My eyes gazed across the room as I carefully inspected for cameras. There were four in total, one at the front, one at the back, one by the three huge freezers, and one at the center of the kitchen. It was no good; I knew it would be heavily guarded, but I really had