Miranda's eyes fluttered open, greeting the soft morning light peeking through the curtains. She stretched, her limbs unfolding from a restful night's sleep.
With a contented sigh, she swung her legs over the side of the bed, her bare feet dangling above the chilly stone floor.
Miranda rose, her movements fluid, and began her morning routine.
First, she washed her face with cold water from the nearby shower, invigorating her senses.
Next, she dressed in a simple maid gown, its fabric rustling softly as she moved.
Her rich brown cascade was tied back in a neat braid, securing any stray strands.
A quick glance in the mirror ensured her appearance was presentable.
With her toilette complete, Miranda stepped into the corridor, ready to face the day.
As she walked, her thoughts turned to the competition, her mind strategizing.
