The night had fallen dark, and everyone had already departed to sleep. Along the long corridor in front of the maids' quarters, Miranda slowly sneaked out, scanning the empty path ahead of her.
She paused, trying to sense any presence nearby—just in case. But there was no one around. Not even the guards.
Bracing herself, she stepped forward and quietly began making her way toward the mansion's study.
After working all day, she had memorized every turn and room inside the estate. Using that knowledge, she swiftly navigated her way up to the second floor.
Hidden behind a pillar, she cautiously peeked out. When she found the corridor empty, she dashed across the floor toward the study, hoping to finish her task before anyone noticed.
Miranda had a purpose tonight—and now that she had the chance, she intended to seize it.
Her eyes gleamed with determination as she neared the room. Slowly, her hand reached for the door, ready to push it open—
