Mirabel was guided into one room in the castle after she returned from her breakfast date with Jorge. She was reeling with giddiness from the date, the near-fright long forgotten!
As she walked through the place, she was unsure she could navigate it independently because of its vastness and complex corridors, and that was also because it was her first time there.
She also had no idea where Jorge had disappeared to, but she had been left in capable hands and was unworried. Mirabel was greeted with a room filled with strangers and lots of clothes on movable hanger-racks, makeup and whatnot. It looked like she had entered a boutique or the backstage of a fashion festival.
It had since been hours past when she had been entrusted to these hands, Mirabel noted a little while later. She had not even had time to admire her large room but only noted that it was like a penthouse décor in an old castle! 'Who even came up with this idea!' she wondered.
