Lady-sonia 17 10 27 Secretly Spying On His Aunt... Today

Sonia’s blood turned to ice. The girl. She meant her.

At 11:47 PM, she slipped from her guest room. She wore a dark velvet dress that blended with the shadows. Her heart hammered against her ribs—not from fear, but from the thrill of discovery. She was no longer a girl; she was a spy. Lady-Sonia 17 10 27 Secretly Spying On His Aunt...

Sonia gasped. Too loud.

The west wing corridor was colder. The wallpaper was a faded pattern of peacocks. At the end stood a heavy oak door, slightly ajar. Golden candlelight bled through the gap. Sonia’s blood turned to ice