|Enrique Lorenzo Vasquez|
I shifted on my seat suddenly feeling a little uneasy for something I did not know. My gaze automatically landed outside the palace, gazing at the entrance of the labyrinth in front of us. I am currently having a conversation with Antonio, seating in one of the receiving area for the guest. We decided to wait the ladies here, as we usually do, from their usual stroll. The sun was already setting, and they usually get back in the same hour since Mirrielle started bringing Isabel outside. But for some reason, I feel something different for this night.
"What happened?" I heard Antonio asking.
My forehead creasing, and stood from my seat as the growing uneasiness within me started to bother me.
"The ladies are getting back way too long," I said. I heard Antonio'
