The next morning, two maids entered the room for daily clean-up after they were told that Isolde wasn't in the room any longer.
As one of the maids pushed the curtains aside, the other went straight to the bed. She leaned down, grabbed the duvet, and was about to pull it off when the bed suddenly collapsed!
Her eyes widened. 'What did Miss Selyne do to the bed?!'
She gasped inwardly.
***
Isolde, who sat in one of the smaller sitting rooms in the mansion, sneezed softly. She lowered the list that contained information of people that would be attending the event, gently rubbed her nose before picking up a small teacup billowing with steam from the dark brown liquid that filled the cup.
She eyed Godfrey while sipping the coffee. "You got out of hand."
"In what?" Godfrey, who sat on a sofa adjacent to hers, blinked.
Isolde rolled her eyes. "You only held that bed together with telekinesis, you brute."
