The Price of Luck

Hearing the servant say that, Cleo felt a touch of guilt. She realized she'd been pretty cold towards everyone at Goldriver Estate lately. She just couldn't get used to it, just like those three years when she'd spent most of her time lost in thought.

These days, the servants prepared breakfast and fresh desserts every morning, but Cleo rarely even tasted any of them.

But tonight, Maura was here.