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The sun peeked through the delicate lace curtains of Eloise's chamber, casting a soft, golden glow across the richly adorned furnishings. The light filtered through the intricate patterns of the lace, creating a dappled effect on the plush carpet and the opulent fabrics of her room. Eloise stirred from her slumber, her eyes fluttering open as the gentle rustling of her attendant Yvonne and the other maids reached her ears. Yvonne, with her hair neatly pinned back and her uniform impeccably pressed, moved with the quiet efficiency of someone who had performed these tasks countless times. Her face, framed by the morning light, wore a serene expression as she worked. The other maids, equally attentive, busied themselves with preparing the room and attending to Eloise’s needs. Eloise sat up