A crash echoed through the grand hall of Lilium Manor, immediately followed by a chorus of gasps from the maid trainees lined up neatly in their perfectly pressed uniforms. The pristine white and lily patterns of their uniforms added to the uniformity of their shocked expressions.
They watched in horror as the once serene training hall turned into a spectacle of broken china and splattered remnants of a lavish dessert, painting the pristine marble floor with strokes of cream and berries. Their eyes shot toward the source of the commotion.
At the center of the attention was Evelyn, a maid in training, her face as white as the shattered porcelain around her feet. Her petite frame trembled, her wide eyes frantically flickering between the mess and the shocked faces of her peers.
