The house, once silent, began to buzz with activity as maids and butlers scurried about, busy with their tasks.
The sound of footsteps echoed off the walls, the maids' soft black shoes pattering across the marble floors as they dusted and cleaned every dust-filled surface diligently.
The butlers were equally busy, their footsteps heavier, but equally efficient as they cleaned and prepared the rooms on both the first and second floors, carrying furniture so the maids could clean where they were previously placed.
Coco stood by the front door, her hair still a little damp from the shower, but her appearance fresh and clean.
She was dressed in a simple cream-colored loose linen shirt and fitted black trousers, from the disheveled appearance she had earlier to a clean one.
