Lucy’s demeanor was warm and inviting and I rarely refused people who seemed well-meaning. Her eyes shone with an innocent brightness that made it hard to suspect her of any ill intentions.
But then, her expression changed. She frowned slightly, her hand tightening around mine as she pulled me out of the crowd, her pace quickening. "Tiffany, are you really comfortable leaving your baby with someone else? There are too many hidden dangers in a rich family’s household. You can’t trust people so easily."
Her anxious words sent a chill down my spine. My heart sped up, panic creeping in as we hurried down the hallway.
"He’s upstairs ... " I muttered.
Lucy strode ahead, pulling me along in her wake, her high heels clicking sharply against the floor as we made our way through the Yateses’ grand estate. Spencer had once told me that our room was located at the innermost corner for peace and quiet.
The baby had been resting in the living room on the second floor, where there had been fewer guests. But now, I wasn’t so sure.