Maya said she wouldn't think about their living situation, but it was all she had thought about as the servants unpacked their bags and hung their clothes in the wardrobe.
With each piece of clothing hung in the wardrobe, her dread worsened. She didn't have to guess; she knew exactly how he would react. Too many times while she watched, Maya had almost asked for a different room.
She still didn't know what stopped her. As she sat on one of the chairs waiting for the maid to return to help her wash up from the long journey and bring her a pair of nightwear, she wondered if she was making the right choice.
There weren't many clothes to unpack, so it had been pretty swift. While unpacking, the maid had noticed she didn't have anything to wear for the night and had offered to get her a few. Now, she was sitting, waiting for her return with the clothes.
