Chapter fifty-eight:

AMELIA’s POV The maid assigned to me was dead, then…who was Alessia? An imposter? What was her aim for doing this? Why did she had to disguise as the maid assigned to me? The fact that we were already becoming friends only gave me mixed feelings. Plus Miss Brown mentioned something about me seeing a ghost, I didn't like where this was heading to. The answer clawed at me, but I refused to process anything. I wanted to hear it from the horse's mouth. “The thing is…” She paused, sighing with her shoulders dropping. “I don't know how to tell you this, because it seems like you have already become close friends with her.” “Speak, Miss Brown. What is it? Don't hide anything from me.” I urged, upon seeing her reluctance. What was it that she was hesitating to tell me? Was Alessia a spy from another pack that maybe came to steal information? Or was she some killer, or some kind of creature that I didn't know about. “The woman, the maid that had been helping you is dead.” She dropped. “And what