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The evening breeze was chilly and silent in the shrubbery where I concealed myself, opposite the boisterous tavern. My loyal handmaid, Thea, stood nearby, her petite form quivering as she anxiously scanned the surroundings.

"Are you certain about this, milady?" she murmured, her voice unsteady.

"Indeed, Thea," I answered, my tone unwavering.

From our hiding spot, the sounds of merriment and tunes poured onto the street, and I could hear the revelers inside, celebrating as if there were no tomorrow. I wished I could join them, but I wasn't here for the festivities.

I was here to finally bring closure to this matter.

Soon after, I spotted her.

Jeanette.

Clad in a scarlet dress, with her bosom accentuated, she hurried towards the tavern. Her lengthy gown trailed behind her, while her meticulously styled locks swayed in the breeze. My heart clenched, but I forced myself to remain motionless as she entered the establishment.