Chapter 8 Karma's Best Friend

• Silvia stood at the edge of the steps, her long red dress clinging to her as the cold wind blew through the packhouse gates. Her hair was a mess, her cheeks red not from blush, but from shame and the slap she had received.
• The servants were whispering among themselves.Some tried to look away, others watched with wide eyes ready to laugh.
• “Make sure she never enters this building ,” Kayden’s voice was cold, sharp, and final. “You don’t belong here anymore.”