Rosalie returned to the spot where she left Princess Angelica holding a small sharp fruit knife which she received from one of the roaming servants. However, Angelica was nowhere to be found.
Lady Asher's eyes widened, reflecting her profound bewilderment. She swept her gaze across the surroundings, her thoughts racing. She contemplated the possibility that her friend had merely relocated to another location, but the outcome was the same—a baffling disappearance that seemed to defy all logic.
'I could not have been away for more than a mere two minutes. Where on earth could she have disappeared to?'
All of a sudden, an unusual and somewhat drastic thought flickered across Rosalie's contemplative mind. Swiftly, she hurried to the precipice of the cliff, casting her gaze downward. Her eyes widened in terror as she beheld a disconcerting sight – a canvas of white foam and bubbles adorning the otherwise tranquil expanse of azure water.
