Ella found her usual crimson circus costume.
Although it had gotten soaked in the rain early yesterday morning, she knew that the hotel's laundry service would have it crisp and dry in just half a day.
She needed that outfit in case she had to take on the role of the ringmaster instead of Wonderstein.
Even though she had promised not to go on stage, she was willing to step up if the situation demanded.
However, her plan was immediately thwarted.
"After finishing the laundry, I found that there were many places where the stitches had come loose on the master's costume. I entrusted it to a skilled seamstress for repairs. It will take some time."
"How long will it take?"
"They said you can pick it up on Saturday afternoon."
Even a fool could tell that the old man's words were a lie.
It wouldn't take days to tidy up a few loose threads, and Saturday afternoon was too obvious.
