Odette clasped her hands in delight and went to lounge tiredly on the stool, seeming to forget about her uneasiness just then. "Thank you Rudolf. I sincerely owe you my gratitude."
In no time, the guard had skipped out the room hastily.
Behind, Odette watched his disappearing figure intriguingly yet absentmindedly.
Under the dusty atmosphere dimmed due to the numerous fine dusty threads hanging artfully from the ceiling and dirt-opaque curtains swaying over the windows, the young woman hummed a short tune and let out a sigh of relief.
It appeared like she was soliloquizing, for her lips parted to read, 'I made it.'
A tear of what might have been self-pride gathered at the corners of her feline eyelids, twinkling her hazel orbs alluringly, and a cynical smirk stretched her red lips to the side. But the most leery were her tenacious thoughts…
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