I was in the washroom, splashing cool water on my face, trying to shake off the odd feeling that had been sitting in my chest all day. The music from the triplets’ birthday party blasted through the walls, and I could feel the vibration of the bass even in here. Their friends had filled the palace, but I hadn’t seen any of them since morning. I figured they were probably enjoying themselves, too preoccupied with their guests to notice a maid like me.
I wiped my face with a towel, staring at my reflection. I couldn’t shake this heavy sensation—it was a mix of unease and something else I couldn’t quite place. Maybe it was just all the excitement of the party, or maybe it was something deeper. Either way, I needed to get back to my duties before someone noticed my absence.
As I stepped out
