Margaret walked confidently down the hallway, the rhythmic echo of her steps marking her authoritative presence.
Tak.
Tak.
Tak.
Her attire, a striking red dress adorned with black accents, accentuated her commanding aura. Gold and ruby jewelry adorned her, a signature of her extravagant style. She moved with a regal demeanor, her chin held high, exuding an air of undeniable authority.
In her wake, several maids followed cautiously, careful not to disrupt the flow of their mistress. Margaret's sharp eyes scrutinized every detail of the hallway as she advanced. The grandeur of the surroundings seemed to amplify her sense of authority.
Suddenly, Margaret came to a halt.
The maids behind her followed suit, mirroring her sudden pause. Margaret's eyes narrowed with suspicion as she surveyed the hallway. Something had caught her discerning gaze.
"Who?" she demanded, her tone cutting through the silence.
