Author's point of view
Hannah was standing in front of the Miller mansion. Her fingers were shaking. She had no courage. She didn’t want to walk in and face those people who made her life miserable for two years. They insulted her, made her work like a maid, and always reminded her that she belonged to a lower status.
They hated her. But she gathered her courage. She closed her eyes and remembered her mother's face. Then, she took a deep breath and started to walk in.
As soon as she approached the door, a maid opened it for her. "Miss Hannah? Here?" The maid was shocked to see her.
"Uh... yeah, I just need to grab some of my stuff I left behind. So, can I?" Hannah asked, her voice trembling a bit.
The maid looked hesitant but said, "Yes, you can. It will take only ten minutes. Don’t
