Meanwhile, in one of the guest rooms of the estate, Lady Gracelle's maid, Marta, was pacing frantically, her hands clasped together as she tried to keep her voice down but failed miserably.
"Hiiiiii! Where is Lady Gracelle?!" she squeaked, her face pale with panic.
She checked the bed for the tenth time, fluffing the empty pillow as if Gracelle might magically reappear.
As she flustered about, a knock came at the door. One of the Armand household maids peeked inside, bowing politely.
"Good morning, Miss Marta. I've come to inform you about Lady Gracelle's whereabouts," she said with a serene tone.
Marta immediately rushed toward her, gripping her arms. "Oh, thank goodness! Where is she? Did she get lost? Please tell me nothing has happened to her!"
The Armand household maid coughed lightly, trying to suppress a laugh. "Oh, no, nothing of the sort. Lady Gracelle was last seen… hugging our young master Javier quite tightly in his room."
