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Far away from the noisy crowd, Myrtle stood with an uneasy expression on her face while waiting for someone. She clicked her knuckles and tapped her foot rhythmically trying to ease the tension. No matter how luxurious or how extravagant the event was, she seemed to be paying little to no attention to it. Nor did she know what was going on at the dance floor behind her back. 

The guards on the doors were also very confused because of the weird behaviour of Myrtle but they dared not move nor flinch. Through the brightly lit hallway walked in a timid figure, Myrtle's creased brows relaxed a little and she stopped hitting her foot against the floor. She let go of her clasped knuckle and stood in her usual proud position. 

The person walking towards Myrtle was Pepper, The maid in charge of the prince's meals.