Guilt

We waited as the search went on in our rooms, a thorough attempt to catch and convict the culprit of the situation at hand. I waited with the others as if I had no clue all that had occurred the previous night. After I had made my mission a success, I had returned to my room and bed to sleep it off as I planned my next move. The head maid stood with us as we all waited to see who it would be.

The rest of the maids wore confused looks on their faces as they had no idea what I had done or the purpose for that was happening that moment. Only I knew and even though I tried to wear the same look with the other girls, I could not help but feel the smirk on my face made of guilt mixed with excitement of whatever might be the outcome of the investigation. The atmosphere was tense as the head maid’s assistant continued her search of the rooms. The other maids whispered amongst themselves, trying to figure out who the culprit might be. I, on the other hand, tried to keep my expression neutral a