It was already evening by the time Mira finally met Aron, and even that meeting happened purely by chance, while she was trying to escape. Escape whom, one would ask, when she herself could barely explain it clearly.
After all, with the guests about, the mistress was too busy to scold her or order her around with more chores, and under normal circumstances, Mira should have been enjoying the rare freedom. She should have been able to enjoy all the food and everything else that came with such occasions. But instead, she found herself cornered.
Instead, she had been caught by the three lords, who seemed to find her the way a bee found honey—no matter where she went, they followed. Every attempt she made to slip away had failed, and she was sure they were doing it on purpose while watching her reactions with open interest.
