Chapter 2: The Invisible Girl
Chapter 2: The Invisible Girl
Amidst the chaos of flowing champagne and glittering diamonds, the true workers of the gala remained entirely invisible.
Near the grand entrance, shielded slightly by a massive marble pillar, a young woman was kneeling on the cold floor.
Her name was Maya. She wore a standard, oversized grey uniform that completely hid her frame. She was quietly, methodically wiping a dark coffee stain from the pristine white marble.
She didn't look up at the celebrities. She didn't stare at the diamonds.
Her movements were precise, quiet, and completely unassuming.
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But resting right beside her yellow mop bucket was something that didn't belong in a maintenance closet.
It was a worn, thick, leather-bound sketchbook. The edges of the pages were softened from years of constant use. It was the only piece of her true self she allowed herself to carry in a building that demanded she be a ghost.
