It wasn't until her eyes drifted toward the walk-in wardrobe that she noticed the open doors and the empty spaces where several suitcases usually stood.
Her heartbeat quickened.
Without wasting another second, she hurried back into the hallway, the crying baby still nestled securely in her arms, and stopped the first housemaid she encountered.
"Have you seen Madam Felicia this morning?"
The maid looked surprised by the question.
"No. I thought she was with the baby."
"So did I."
Within minutes, the quiet morning routine dissolved into anxious activity. Servants discreetly searched every room connected to the family wing, from the private sitting room and indoor garden to the library and lounge, but each of them returned with the same answer.
She wasn't there.
By then, Catalina had already been informed.
Stepping into the nursery, she immediately sensed the tension written across everyone's faces.
"What happened?"
The nanny lowered her head respectfully.
