You had fought badly that night. Anna was trying to warn you that Rose was not a good person, she was just using your innocence. But you insisted, saying that Rose was different.

So, Anna was arranging yours quilts, you had gone to sleep in Rose's room, completely shaking her. But she had to understand that she was nothing more than a mere maid, she was nobody on that property.

Then she heard quick footsteps down the hall, the door opened and she saw you crying, your hair disheveled. "Anna, you were right." You said in a tearful tone. It was obvious, Rose was nothing more than a self-interested bitch.