After that night, Vivian never left my side. She always thought there were no good people in the palace, but in fact, since I began to express my feelings directly, most of the people in the palace were very respectful to me. Except for one person, Susana always had a touch of coldness under her pale gray eyes.
"Miss, please get up."
Susana's tone is always rigid, like a machine that never makes mistakes. I was wrapped in a soft quilt. It was as soft as a cloud, and when I opened my eyes, the curtains of the French windows in my bedroom were pulled back by the maids, and the soft morning sun shone through the glass, illuminating my sleeping face.
"Good morning, Susana."
I sat up and said good morning to her in a firm voice.
Whether or not her attitude towards me has changed, I am show
