"It's Mr. Phoebe, and the man said to tell you, if you're thinking of him and want to find him, you can meet him in the back garden," the servant answered.
Thinking of him?!
Fifteen gritted her teeth.
She's dying to see him!
"Do you need me to help you dress?" the maid politely asked again.
"No need." Fifteen quickly refused, "You can go out now."
"Alright." The maid nodded and exited the room.
Hearing the door close tightly, Fifteen quickly grabbed the clothes on the table and put them on in a flash.
The back garden?
Hmph!
She would go right now!
Taking big strides to the door, reaching out her hand to grasp the doorknob, Fifteen swung it open and just as she stepped out, pulled her foot back.
No, first she had to tidy up the room.
Otherwise, if the servant cleaned the room later, they would immediately notice something was wrong; she didn't want to become the gossip topic after just one day at the Royal Palace.
