WHO IS MAYA GREEKSTONE

sity. "I'm your fiancé, Maya," Asher said, his voice low and husky. Maya's world spun. "Fiancé?" Maya's eyes narrowed, her mind racing with doubts. "I don't believe you," she said, her voice firm.

sweet scent of fresh flowers. Maya's mind reeled as she tried to process the sheer scale and grandeur of the hall. She felt like a small boat adrift in a stormy sea, struggling to stay afloat amidst the turmoil of her memories. A gentle touch on her elbow broke the spell, and Maya turned to find a soft-spoken maid standing beside her. "Miss Maya, welcome back," the maid said, her eyes warm with kindness. "We've missed you." Maya's gaze faltered, unsure how to respond. She didn't remember this place, these people, or her supposed life. "Thank you," Maya stammered, trying to sound convincing. The maid smiled and gestured toward the hall. "Breakfast is being served, Miss Maya. Shall I escort you?" Maya hesitated, unsure what to do. But as she glanced down at the grand hall, she felt an inexplicable pull, a sense that she belonged here, amidst the opulence and mystery. "Yes," Maya said finally, taking a deep breath. "I'll go down." The maid smiled and led Maya down the stairs, into the whirlwind of activity below. Maya's feet stepped on the marble floor as she made her way to the dinner table. The maids, stationed at intervals along the hall, greeted her with curtsies and discreet smiles before dismissing themselves. As Maya approached the table, Asher descended the stairs, his eyes locked on hers. Maya's heart skipped a beat as Asher t