MRS. COLLINS

CHAPTER 39

Despite her obvious disdain, I remained composed, refusing to let her hostility shake me. I knew that earning the acceptance of those around me wouldn't be easy. As I continued down the stairs, I couldn't help but wonder who this woman was and why her animosity was directed at me. But for now, I pushed those questions aside.

Lunch awaited, and though her cold gaze lingered, I would not allow her judgment to dampen the joy I felt at being part of Alexander's life.

I was seated at the dining table, my hands clasped tightly in my lap, my heart pounding in my chest. The room was filled with an uncomfortable silence, the kind that makes your skin crawl and your mind race. I could feel the coolness of the marble tabletop seeping through the thin fabric of my dress. The room was grand, much grander than anything I was used to, a testament to Alexander's wealth and status. The chair across from me scraped against the floor, pulling me from my though