Yarin's POV:
In the hall, people were conversing in hushed voices.
Aunt Dorothy checked everyone carefully to ensure no traces of witchcraft were on them. The butler began to call out names according to the list. When he read out a name, a familiar servant stepped out.
"Stacy!"
The short and sturdy servant raised her hand to signal. I recognized her at a glance as the servant who delivered the parcel and quickly stopped her.
Under Stacy's nervous and puzzled expression, she was taken to the pantry where I was.
"Miss Stacy, please don't be afraid. I want you to confirm if you were the one who sent me this parcel in the evening." I handed over the tattered delivery box.
Stacy took it carefully and looked at it for a long time before answering, "It was indeed a delivery I sent for you, Your Highness. But I couldn't confirm if it was this. I didn't look at it carefully then, and my impression of it is very vague."
