Suzanne Trent didn't expect to be locked up for an entire day.
Not until the sky darkened did she, who hadn't eaten or drank for a long while, finally hear the sound of the attic door being opened from where she sat by the bed.
The servant emotionlessly said outside the door, "Miss, Mr. Trent and Madam invite you to dinner."
Miss, again.
A title she had never been called before.
Suzanne sat there without moving, just glancing at the servant, then averted her gaze and calmly asked, "When are you letting me go?"
The servant still showed no emotion, mechanically repeating a sentence, "Mr. Trent and Madam invite you to dinner. I'm leaving the door open, and you can join them whenever you want, but if the food gets cold, there might not be time to heat it for you again."
After saying that, the servant left.