Lilia tossed her phone onto the bed without a second thought as she turned her attention to the wardrobe. She couldn't afford any distractions right now—not even the lingering thought of leaving her phone behind.
She opened the wardrobe doors, her hands trembling slightly as she rummaged through the rows of neatly hung clothes.
Each item seemed more formal than the last: silken nightgowns, dresses adorned with lace, and embroidered robes that screamed wealth but offered no practicality for what she was about to do. Frustration bubbled inside her. She needed something simple—something that wouldn't draw attention.
Her fingers brushed the back panel of the wardrobe, and she paused. The polished wood felt different there, almost hollow. She pushed against it, and to her surprise, the panel gave way, revealing a smaller compartment.
