Mila stood alone in the tranquil garden, bathed in the soft glow of the lanterns, Mila couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the brief respite from the chaos and tension of the royal gathering.
Despite the unexpected turn of events with Isaac, she felt strangely invigorated, as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders.
With a determined resolve, Mila straightened her posture and smoothed out her attire, ready to go back to the hall, when she suddenly sensed a presence behind her.
Her eyes narrowed as she immediately looked behind her, trying to catch who was behind her, but ended up seeing no one at all.
Mila's heart skipped a beat as she scanned the empty space behind her, her senses on high alert.
She frowned in confusion, her gaze darting from one shadow to the next, searching for any sign of movement or presence.
