Chapter Thirteen

No one called for Agatha the next day. Not maid Tristi, not Romeo, not a nosy Soralina, not Gustav. No one.

No one woke her up in the morning, not even when she missed morning practise, or was late for school. Because when Agatha woke up that day at eleven, she found a vacant bedroom, with no Tristi hovering above her.

At first she was angry, deciding that she will teach Tristi a very much needed lesson, going so far as to fire her as well. She finished her morning routine in haste, but when she came out of the bathroom and found no Romeo waiting for her to take her to school, Agatha was left confused.

What was wrong with everyone today? She thought. A part of her was glad she had missed half of her morning boring school, but the more sane part of her knew how bad this was going to affect her in every way.

If Gustav found out, she was dead meat. Which he would, but Agatha couldn’t be blamed alone. Both her maid and guard are nowhere to be seen.

Which, as she thought deeper, was a litt