Morning light streamed through the unfamiliar curtains as I stirred awake. For a moment, I couldn't remember where I was. Then it all came rushing back—Old Mrs. Sterling's insistence that I stay the night, Arthur's reluctant agreement, and the unexpected luxury of the guest suite they'd provided.
I sat up, running my fingers through my tangled hair. The events of yesterday still felt surreal. How had I gone from a simple plan to get divorced to being caught in the middle of Sterling family drama?
A soft knock at the door interrupted my thoughts.
"Miss Dubois? Mrs. Sterling is asking for you." It was Harrison, the butler's formal voice unmistakable.
"I'll be right there," I called back, sliding out of the silky sheets.
I quickly dressed in yesterday's clothes, wishing I'd had the foresight to bring something fresh. After splashing water on my face and finger-combing my hair, I headed downstairs.
