At that moment, the lighthearted chatter of approaching maids made its way to Janice's ears. Lately, her senses had been more keen than usual, noticing the subtle fluctuations of temperature in the air and hearing the faintest mocking whispers from those around her.
Noticing Janice suddenly tensing up, Felix asked, "Is something the matter, Miss Janice?"
"This way!" Janice said hastily.
She grabbed Felix's arm and tugged both himself and herself into a narrow nook that wasn't visible from the walkway. Felix's breath came out in a rush at the proximity between their two bodies. Janice, who at 18 was two years his senior, was taller than his short self and his line of sight landed directly on her generous bosom. The young manservant gulped as heat rushed through him.
Janice was vigilantly watching the approaching party and didn't yet notice the situation. Two maids walked into view, tittering over nonsense as usual.
