I leave Alexander’s study, slamming the door behind me. I turn down the hallway until I reach my bedroom door. Quickly, I grab the handle and open it, seeing that everything was still the same. However, something catches my attention: my clothes are gone. Not a single garment remained in the closet, not even my designs.

I search desperately through every drawer because they were the only things that really mattered to me.

A few minutes later, I see Mary enter through the door with teary eyes. She approaches me and gives me a tight hug.

“Ma’am, you’ve finally returned. I’m so sorry for what happened… I know you’re not to blame for anything. I don’t understand how they could accuse you — you would never do something so horrible,” she says with a trembling voice and tears in her eyes.

We break the hug, and I give her a small smile.

“I really appreciate that you trust me, Mary. Truly, thank you.”

She looks around the room with a frown.

“I’m so sorry, ma’am, but Miss Arlette came a few day