Sixty-Seven.

Rushing through the stairs of the staircase, the wheels of her luggage made noises that attracted the Head Maid and some other passing by.

Sharply, each rushed out of the kitchen but confusion filled their faces at the sight of an apprehensive Marianna.

What had gotten into her.

The Head Maid for once could clearly see the uneasiness plastered smoothly on her face, and judging from the luggage in her possession, she was about to leave.

But why? Had something tragic happened that they weren't aware of?

Still, none wanted to question her since Marianna was a guest - the Alpha King had ordered them to act respectfully to his guests.

Who would want to anger Marianna knowing fully well she could terminate their stay in the Royal Palace with just a mere bad statement?

Yet the Head Maid couldn't simply watch her leave - she was a guest, yes, and so her leave must be notified to thr Alpha King.

And the rashness of her movements were plainly suspicious.

"Excuse me, Miss Marianna?" Softl