what do seek in my bedroom,miss adrian
MARGARET POV
I trudged through the front door, exhaustion weighing me down like a heavy cloak. The soft glow of the evening lights enveloped me, but I barely noticed, my eyes fixed on the couch. I collapsed onto the plush cushions, feeling like I'd never move again. The thought of climbing the stairs to my room seemed like an insurmountable task.
As I adjusted my gown, I heard the soft rustle of footsteps. I sat up, smoothing my hair, and forced a tired smile onto my face. "Good evening," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
The maid returned my greeting and began to walk away. I called out to her, "Is Aaron here?"
She turned back, her expression sympathetic. "No, he's not back yet."
I watched her disappear into the hallway.
Why couldn't someone carry me up to my room.