A couple of days had passed since Renzille's last catch up with her sisters, and now Renzille found herself by the carriage, overseeing the servants as they carefully packed some of her clothing into it.
Her eyes were focused on each individual, ensuring that everything was packed meticulously and securely. Occasionally, her eyes would dart around, keeping a watchful eye on the surrounding area, a habit born out of instinct from her past life.
Renzille resumed observing the servants.
She observed the way the servants stacked her suitcases on top of one another, securing them in place, their movements efficient and practiced, then once they were done, they proceeded to add another suitcase to the stack.
Satisfied with the progress, she stood back, arms crossed and continued to monitor the loading process.
However, she perked up when she heard footsteps approaching her from behind.
