Esme spun sharply toward the castle corridor, her voice echoing with frustration as she barked, "Where is that other maid?! The one who goes by the name Cassandra!"
Her shrill tone bounced off the stone walls, and a nearby maid flinched at the sudden aggression. Unfortunately for Esme, the maid could only stare back blankly, too nervous to even form a proper answer.
They had all left the dining table together; they had all seen Cassandra leave earlier than the rest; and none of them had been ordered to keep track of her the way Riley had. There was simply no way they could know where "Cassandra" had gone— or where she was now.
Esme hissed a curse under her breath, clicking her tongue sharply before stomping off, skirts swaying behind her like an offended cat's tail.
