Humbly Your's

The Calloway mansion woke before the sun did, and Lily Carter was always awake before it.

She moved quietly through the long marble hallway, her footsteps soft, almost practiced, as though the house itself had taught her how to exist without being heard. In one hand, she held a tray of freshly brewed coffee, the scent warm and rich, something she had learned to appreciate but never truly enjoy.

Because nothing in this house was hers.

“Lily,” her mother’s voice came from behind, low but firm. “Don’t forget Mr. Calloway’s study first. He hates delays.”

“I won’t,” Lily replied gently, adjusting her grip on the tray.

Her mother, Mrs. Carter, had worked in this house for years—long enough to know every rule, every mood, every silent warning. And Lily had grown up learning them too.

Stay quiet.

Stay respectful.

Stay invisible.

Lily nodded once and continued down the hallway, stopping in front of a large wooden door. She hesitated, just for a second, then knocked softly.

“Come in.”

The voice was deep, controlled.

She stepped inside.

Mr. Calloway sat behind his desk, already dressed in a crisp suit, his eyes scanning documents like nothing else in the world mattered. He didn’t look up immediately—and when he did, it was only for a second.

“Late,” he said flatly.

“I’m sorry, sir,” Lily murmured, setting the tray down carefully.

He didn’t respond again.

That was how it always was.

To him, she wasn’t Lily. She was just part of the routine.

Another object in the house.

Another thing that served.

Lily turned to leave, her expression calm, but her chest felt tight in a way she didn’t understand. Maybe it was the silence. Maybe it was the way she had lived her entire life in a place that never once felt like home.

Or maybe…

“Wait.”

She froze.

Mr. Calloway didn’t look at her this time. “Tell your mother the guests will be arriving tonight. Everything must be perfect.”

“Yes, sir.”

She left quickly after that, closing the door behind her, letting out a breath she didn’t realize she had been holding.

By the time she reached the main staircase, the house had begun to stir.

Voices.

Footsteps.

Life.

And then—

“Lily.”

Her name.

Not sharp.

Not commanding.

Just… normal.

She turned.

At the top of the staircase stood Ethan Calloway.

His shirt sleeves were rolled slightly, his hair still a little messy like he hadn’t fully woken up yet. But his eyes—his eyes were already on her.

Not through her.

At her.

“Good morning,” he said.

Lily blinked, caught off guard, her fingers tightening slightly around the edge of the tray.

“Good… morning, sir.”

Ethan frowned a little at that.

“Ethan,” he corrected softly.

She hesitated.

Rules didn’t change just because he said so.

“Yes… sir,” she repeated, lowering her gaze.

For a moment, neither of them moved.

Something unfamiliar lingered in the air—something quiet, something fragile.

Something that wasn’t supposed to be there.

Ethan watched her a second longer, like he wanted to say more… but didn’t.

Instead, he stepped past her and walked down the stairs.

Lily remained where she was, her heart beating just a little faster than before.

And for the first time in a long time—

She felt seen.