41. Truce?

Diana! What on earth is she doing here?

A young woman with hair as dark as midnight done up in a bun walks in. She had an emotionless expression, a rigid jawline and a piercing gaze that made her appear quite unapproachable. She seemed to exude a sense of sternness that made me feel uneasy. She looked very self-possessed but despite her seemingly emotionless appearance, I had a feeling that she would be someone I could talk to.

She must be one of the new maids Giovanni was talking about, she was rather peculiar.

"I'm Darva Aronov. It's a pleasure meeting you mistress." She says bowing slightly. I observed her impeccable appearance, noting how every detail, from her meticulously ironed clothes to her perfectly groomed hair and nails, exuded an air of precision and sophistication.

It was clear to me that she was someone who was strong-willed and not easily intimidated. She had a presence that commanded respect and radiated resilience.

"Nice to meet you too." I say to her. She looked t