Chapter 142

Clara instinctively glanced back just as the maid gently shut the door behind her and approached with a polite smile. Not thinking much of it, Clara grabbed her paint kit and continued walking. The hall was decked out in an over-the-top, flashy style, with gold accents everywhere. Only one wall stood bare in the entire glittering space, a stark patch of white that stuck out like a sore thumb. Naturally, Clara made her way toward it, assuming that was where the mural should go—she'd already confirmed the details with the client. Just then, another maid came down the stairs. Same outfit—those ridiculous bunny ear maid uniforms. But this one looked off. Her hair was messy, lipstick smudged beyond her lips, like she'd barely bothered with it. Clara, innocent as she was, couldn't help but glance up the staircase again. Someone else up there? She quickly unpacked her supplies, suddenly wanting nothing more than to finish the mural and leave as soon as possible. The client was offering a dece