When I woke up the next morning, I set about making a filling meal for everyone, deciding to go with the simple, yet effective pancakes.
Keeping everyone's plain due to the time constraints, I was mid flip of one pancake when I heard a knock at the door, interrupting my flow.
Letting it cook, I smoothed out my maid dress and approached the door, wondering who was here.
With a chef's knife still in hand, I peered through the small slit in the door, my eyes widening in surprise.
Standing at the door were a few women, each one someone I knew.
The Empress stood in the middle, her pristine white dress and blindfold glowing in the light of dawn.
Beside her was Lady Lorelei Presa, Leone's mother, her gray dress complimenting her hair, which was pulled into a braid.
On the Empress' other side was the Sultana, the tall, lithe Jackalkin wearing her normal black clothing and veil.
