Soon, a group of curious onlookers rushed towards room 301, their steps hurried and filled with anticipation. Diana led the way, her strides confident, the faintest trace of a smile curling at the corners of her lips. With each step closer, her excitement grew. The pace of her heartbeat quickened, not out of concern, but with a deep, burning satisfaction. She could almost feel the moment she had been waiting for—her plan, her carefully crafted manipulation, finally about to unfold.
The hallway seemed to stretch before her, but with every echoing footstep, Diana's mind raced, imagining what awaited her behind the door. She wanted to see it, to bask in the scene she had orchestrated. The thrill of knowing things were falling into place filled her with a quiet, thrilling delight.
