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*Tiara* As I quietly made my way back to our chamber, my footsteps echoed in the dimly lit corridor. My feet halted when I found Abigail emerging from my room. Her disheveled appearance was a stark contrast to her usual composed demeanor. Her clothes seemed slightly askew, and her hair, once meticulously arranged, now cascaded in unruly waves around her face. Upon spotting me, Abigail's eyes widened in a peculiar mixture of horror, her cheeks tinting pink. She hastily tried to smooth out the wrinkles in her clothing and tame her rebellious hair, a sight that left me furrowing my brow. "What are you doing here, Abigail?" I inquired, looking at her with suspicion because of her disheveled appearance. "Oh, Tiara!" Abigail stammered, her voice slightly trembling. She chuckled nervously, ma