Aspen,
I woke up early the next day, determined and focused on the task at hand. After dressing quickly, I hid myself in the wardrobe, a silent sentinel in my own room. In my previous life, someone had planted Dahlia's royal necklace under my mattress, framing me for the theft. This malicious act triggered a cascade of problems, and today, I intend to discover the perpetrator and stop them.
I knew the crime was supposed to happen today because Dahlia would start crying about the necklace a few hours later. The thief struck when the workers were away from the living quarters. Thanks to the incident with Ingrid, I had some leeway—she wouldn't be searching for me in the morning. So, I settled into my hiding place, peeking through the vent of the metallic wardrobe door. The design provided a
