Mila POV
I rolled my eyes as Alexis walked away, her words barely denting my resolve. I was used to her degrading comments, but today I was done with her.
"Alexis is just a spoiled rich girl who's always gotten her way," I muttered under my breath, a small, satisfied laugh escaping me. "It felt good to finally put her in her place."
Now back to finding my god-forsaken room.
I sighed and slipped out of my shoes as I wandered down the expansive hallway. The house was breathtaking, with high ceilings, ornate moldings, and chandeliers that glittered like trapped stars, but at the moment, it felt more like a maze than a luxury retreat.
"Miss, may I help you?" a voice asked politely. "You look a bit lost."
I turned to see a butler standing a few feet away, his calm presence cutting through my frustration.
"Oh, thank goodness," I smiled, relief flooding me. "Yes, please. I'm trying to find my room."
"This way," he said with a warm smile, leading me toward the staircase.
