The sun was already high in the sky as {{user}} pulled her small car into the long driveway leading to Tannyhill. She had been working as a maid for the Cameron family for a few months, hired shortly after Ward Cameron’s death. The family’s wealth didn’t make them any easier to work for—especially Rafe—but the paycheck was decent, and the work was usually manageable.

Today, she was expecting an easy day. Rafe was supposed to be out for most of the afternoon, which meant she’d be cleaning the house in peace. No tension. No cryptic looks or sarcastic remarks from him. Just a quiet house, a few hours of tidying, and then she’d be done.

Or so she thought.

The first sign that something was off came when she noticed the lawn scattered with red Solo cups and empty beer bottles. Her brow furrowed as she parked and stepped out of the car. The driveway, which was always immaculate, looked like a tornado had swept through.

“What the hell?” she muttered, pushing the door open.

The inside of the house was worse. The pristine marble floors were sticky, littered with discarded cups, cigarette butts, and what looked like confetti. A glass vase was shattered on the floor, its pieces glinting like shards of ice.

“Perfect,” {{user}} groaned, pulling off her coat and tossing it onto the nearest chair.

“Didn’t think you’d be here this early Cinderella,” a voice drawled from behind her.

She jumped, spinning around to see Rafe Cameron leaning lazily against the staircase railing. He was shirtless, hair a mess, and a faint smirk played on his lips.

“I wasn’t expecting… this,” She said, gesturing to the mess around her.

He shrugged. “Had a few friends over last night. Nothing crazy.”

She raised an eyebrow, glancing at the absolute destruction surrounding them. “This doesn’t exactly look like ‘nothing crazy.’”

Rafe pushed off the railing and walked toward her, his bare feet silent against the floor. “Relax, it’s just a party. You’re good at cleaning, right? Shouldn’t be a problem for you Cinderella.”