The morning sun had barely peeked through the curtains when a loud knock echoed through the mansion.
Sumeri groaned and rolled to her side, pulling the blanket over her head. She hadn't slept properly for days—her eyes were heavy, her head pounding from exhaustion.
Another knock came, followed by the quiet voice of their remaining maid. "Miss Sumeri, you have a visitor."
Sumeri cracked one eye open and squinted at the clock beside her bed.
6:00 a.m.
She frowned. "Who visits people at six in the morning?" she mumbled to herself, voice still thick with sleep. Then, louder, she asked, "Who is it?"
"It's Mr. Scar, my lady."
Her foggy mind froze.
Scar?
Her drowsiness vanished as if splashed by cold water. She shot upright so quickly that the blanket tangled around her legs.
"Tell him I'll be there in ten—no, five minutes!"
