No one was on the eastern balcony at noon. Or at ten past either. There was no hint of tea taking. Not even the rattle of a tea service as a staff member brought it through or a linen covering the table.
“I’m going to kill her,” I muttered viciously under my breath, swapping between walking and running through the halls. Trying to slow whenever I saw someone so that I didn’t draw attention to myself. Not that it worked. The staff members that I scrambled past threw me major side-eye from under their lowered lashes.
I had no idea where I was even going.
One girl that I vaguely recognised shook her head in pity, arms laden with towels as she headed towards the laundry facility. Looking a mite too sympathetic towards my plight. Like she knew just what wicked trick had been played on me.
