Seraphina remained secluded in her room throughout the evening, her mind spiraling as she replayed the day's turbulent events. Because of her self-imposed isolation, she had skipped dinner, and now her stomach was growling with relentless hunger.
Checking the clock, she saw it was already 11:30 PM. Having not eaten all day, the hunger was becoming unbearable. With a weary sigh, she decided to venture downstairs in search of leftovers.
She stood up to head for the door but paused, catching her reflection. She was wearing a short, silk nightgown with daring cuts that left her feeling exposed and far too alluring for a casual stroll through the house. She hesitated, but her hunger won out over her modesty.
"No one is going to see me anyway," she murmured impatiently. "I’ll just be quick."
