CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY – A DESERVED REWARD

Anya, ever the loyal friend, offered Charlotte small tokens of kindness whenever she could. She secured a slightly larger room for Charlotte in the servants' quarters, a welcome reprieve from the cramped confines of her previous accommodations. And on occasion, she would arrange for Charlotte to take breaks from her duties, allowing her a brief respite from the relentless demands of life at Griffith Manor. One afternoon, as Charlotte sat in her slightly larger room, enjoying a rare moment of solitude, Anya appeared at her door, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "I have a surprise for you," she announced, her voice filled with excitement. Charlotte raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "What kind of surprise?" Anya grinned, holding out a small package wrapped in brown paper. "Open it and see." Charlotte eagerly tore away the wrapping, revealing a beautifully bound book—the latest novel by her favorite author. "I remembered you saying you wanted to read this," Anya explained, her