Mila took a deep breath, willing herself to calm the storm of emotions raging within her.
Closing her eyes, she focused on the steady rhythm of her breath, allowing its soothing cadence to wash over her like a gentle tide.
"Lorene really succeeded in annoying me to the bone," she muttered under her breath, her voice barely above a whisper.
Despite the frustration bubbling beneath the surface, Mila knew that allowing herself to succumb to anger would only serve to cloud her judgment.
With practiced control, she pushed aside her irritation, choosing instead to channel her energy into productive pursuits.
Opening her eyes, she surveyed the room once more, her mind already formulating plans for the days ahead.
Despite the loud noise from the shattered vase, no one outside the chamber has ever heard the commotion, as if it never happened.
