Nina Winchester greets me by shaking her elegant, well-manicured hand and says, "Welcome to the family. " Polite smile on my face, I gaze around at the marble hallway. My last opportunity to begin anew is by working here. I'm able to portray any character I desire. I will quickly discover that the secrets of the Winchesters are much more hazardous than my own. . . . I clean the Winchesters' lovely home thoroughly every single day. I gather their daughter from school. Before going upstairs to dine in solitude in my small attic room, I prepare a delectable feast for the entire family. I attempt to disregard the way Nina deliberately creates chaos to observe me tidy it. "She tells peculiar falsehoods about her daughter. " And the way her husband, Andrew, appears increasingly shattered with each passing day. When I gaze into Andrew's attractive brown eyes, brimming with sorrow, it becomes challenging not to envision experiencing Nina's existence. The walk-in closet, the fancy car, the perfect husband. I attempt to wear one of Nina's immaculate white dresses only one time. "Simply to observe the experience. " However, she quickly discovers. . . When I finally noticed, the lock on my attic bedroom door can only be engaged from the outside, it was already too late. "I remind myself that the Winchesters are unaware of my true identity. "
