When I wake up in the morning, I don't open my eyes.

I'm laying on the floor, and if I imagine hard enough, I can pretend I'm back home, laying on the concrete of the basement, Mom's flower garden right outside the small window in the wall.

Nathan is upstairs, probably on the phone with one of his poker buddies. Mom will be sitting on the couch with a cigarette between her lips, watching the news as she yells at Nathan to quiet down.

Nathan shouts back, something about her being rude and disrespectful and he's on the phone so she should mind her own business.

Mom doesn't yell back, but her muffled voice shows she's talking again.

Three quick bangs in succession to the door of the basement.

My cue to get up.

I can almost hear their voices, smell the smoke, feel the eyes of the mice.

But then I open my eyes, and I'm in a stupidly large room in a stupidly large house.

I get up, stretching and yawning. I open the door and creep out of my room.

I look up at the clock.

5:10.

Right on time.

"Miss Rizzo?"

I jump at the voice behind me. Turning, I see two people.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," the first one says apologetically. "I'm Sierra, and this is my sister, Savannah. We work for the Rizzos."

I stare at her blankly.

She smiles softly. "We're servants, Miss Rizzo."

"They have servants?"

"Indeed they do," Savannah confirms. "63 of them."

My mouth opens in shock.

"We're all treated very well," Sierra quickly assures me. "Do you need anything?"

"Uh... A tour?" I joke weakly.

Savannah nods briskly. "Right. Well, there are fifteen stories. Where do you want to begin?"

"Fifteen?" I repeat, incredulous.

"Seventeen if you count the off-limits floors," a man says as he passes by.

"Thank you, Liam!" Sierra says brightly. She looks at me. "The wine cellar, a bar, and... uh, the sex dungeon." She whispers the last part. "You're not allowed to go down there, being underaged and all."

"Makes sense," I nod. I have no plans to disobey my brothers. If they say I can't go down there, I won't go down there.

Plus, it doesn't sound very appealing.

"There are 31 children in the manor, and ten babies, so 41 total," Savannah lists off.

"Really?"

"Some of us have kids. Most of us are single too, so the kids live here. They stay on their own floor though, they have designated floors to go on, and at the age of twelve, they're moved to another house nearby."

"I was going to make breakfast..." I gesture to the stairs.

"Oh!" Sierra blinks. "Maribelle, Nixie, and Kyle usually do that."

"Then... a tour?"

"Gladly!" Sierra sets down the pile of blankets she was carrying. "We're on floor eight currently, if you want to explore it."

"Sure."

Sierra has long red hair and freckles, her eyes a bright green. Savannah, on the other hand, has light brown hair and brown eyes.

"Well, there are a few bedrooms. You saw them last night, but you were tired. This is the one Nico said you might enjoy."

She leads us to a door and pushes it open. I gasp.

It's light blue and perfect.

"I love it..." I walk over to the structure and climb the steps up to the bed, sitting on the soft mattress.

"He thought you would." Sierra checks the clock. "Miss Rizzo, do you want a tour or the general rundown of the mansion?"

I think for a minute. "Just the rundown please."

"On floor one we have the foyer, living room, and three garages. The second floor has a pool, three spas, two gyms, an archery range, and a shooting range." She lets that sink in. Not that it does, I'm still stuck on the 'three garages' part. "The third floor has a library, kitchen, and dining room. The fourth floor has the entertainment rooms, a pool, and a pantry."

"Entertainment rooms?" I repeat, leaning back on my new bed.

"Yeah. The piano room, carpenter shop, musical studio, speaker room, art gallery, observatory, conservatory, arcade, rec room, bowling alley, another rec room, painting studio, textile crafts room, aquarium, two cinemas, and the secret passage leading to the museum."

"I... What?" I blink, confused. "All that is on the fourth floor?"

"Yep!" Savannah nods. "It's the twins' favorite floor. I'm sure it will become yours too."

I can't respond, I'm too busy trying to process how many rooms there are.

"The fifth floor!" Sierra says loudly, getting us back on track. "It has the Rizzos' offices, and the rooms they use for meetings. The sixth floor is where their rooms are, and it has a bar. The seventh floor has a foyer, living room, kitchen, and dining room. Then the eighth floor, where we are. It has six bedrooms, a library, and a pantry."

I think my brain is going to implode with all this information.

"The ninth floor is the eight kid rooms, which have 31 beds total. It also has the eight nurseries, with a total of ten cribs. The tenth floor is where we servants sleep. We have eight rooms and around 56 beds, maybe more, maybe less, I'm not sure. Then there's the eleventh floor, which has the play rooms and baby play pens."

"Play rooms?" I'm almost scared to ask.

"Yeah. The sandbox, jungle gyms, ball pit, trampoline park. There are seven play rooms and four play pens."

"The twelfth floor has a kitchen, pantry, dining room, ballroom, and bar," Savannah cuts in. "The thirteenth has a foyer, living room, library, and hot tub. The fourteenth floor is the guest bedrooms. There are twelve bedrooms. Then the fifteenth is where the animals stay."

"Animals?"

"Birds, reptiles, cats, dogs," Sierra lists. "You'll see."

"Are you in, like, bunkers?" I ask hesitantly.

Savannah laughs. "No, we all have large, soft beds. We all got to pick our rooms to be with friends and family too, so there's no complaining."

"Do you have your own dining room?"

"We take turns eating. The Rizzos let us eat in whichever dining room we want, they don't care." Savannah smiles. "They treat us as guests and friends rather than servants. And we're paid very generously, despite them providing the food for us all."

"And each room has its own bathroom?"

"Some do," Sierra answers. "Most don't, but there are bathrooms on every floor."

"There are 39 bedrooms and 25 bathrooms," Savannah explains. "The Rizzos all have built in bathrooms. The room you chose is the only one with a built-in bathroom on this floor."

"Oh... I'm really overwhelmed," I admit.

Both sisters laugh. "That's okay," Sierra assures me. "You'll get used to it. Until then, we can show you the kitchen where the cooks are."

"Yes, please!"

I follow them downstairs to the foyer. They turn the opposite direction from the living room and we enter the dining room before stepping into the kitchen.

I gasp in delight.

A cook in a simple gray smock with long blonde hair turns to smile. "You must be Miss Rizzo! I'm Maribelle Sepsion, head cook for the Second Kitchen."

A girl with short black hair and black eyes looks over at me. "Miss Rizzo," she says respectfully. "I'm Nixie Wilson."

The last cook, a guy with gray hair and wrinkles, smiles at me. "Kyle Howard."

"I'm Aurora."

The cooks smile and laugh. "We know, dear."

"I have to finish making the beds. It was nice meeting you, Miss Rizzo."

I look at Sierra as she waves. "Call me Aurora, please."

She smiles. "Alright, Aurora. Good luck." She grabs Savannah's arm and drags her sister away.

I turn back to Maribelle. "Can I help with breakfast?"