Amada Wrong isn’t trying to be anyone’s Mary Poppins, but when you’re broke, in exile and your only contact is an undead maid with a dry wit and a spare key, you take the job.
The manor is mythic. The widower? emotionally cold, but capable of lighting a room without trying. The children? Strange, sharp, and feral. And the last wife died too beautifully to question. Or too conveniently. That’s the setup.
Until Amada’s mother, Zelda Udaccia, a disgraced society witch with more scandals than coven invites, arrives days later, claiming she’s here to mend fences. In truth, she wants the life she was promised decades ago. Plutarco was her first great love. Sibila, her best friend. And this house? Hers, if history had followed the version she tells.
Too bad Linda Blair Waldorf, the ambitious junior reaper already entrenched in the manor and aspiring first wife of a thirn husband, has no interest in sharing power. She’s here for the pension, the perks, and maybe the patriarch.
What began as a favor becomes a war of rooms, roles, and rights: A mother claws her way back into the life she lost, a daughter wonders if she’s repeating the same mistake and a man still haunted by the last woman he loved, might be waking up to the next one.