[ When she had come up with her clever plan of avoiding the loft, Hilda hadn't quite thought it through as well as she thought she had.
Unfortunately, she had neglected to take into account that after moving into the loft all of her clothes had moved with her, meaning that she didn't have any clothes left at the inn, and definitely didn't have any clothes at the Old Public Hall. In the time that it had taken her to unpack all of her clothes, she had come to the conclusion that it was best to put space between herself and the boys. Her abrupt departure had meant that she had quickly stuffed only about a week's worth of clothing into her suitcase. And while some people might have been able to live out of a suitcase and repeat the same outfits in a week, Hilda had quickly discovered she wasn't one of them.
She could have come and gone as she pleased, but her avoidance stemmed from the fact that she wanted to see little of Claude and give Sylvain as much room was possible even after she had apologized for the spa. Which explains why she had ensured that coast was clear before tiptoeing into the loft that day.
The plan had been to get in and out as quickly as possible. Unfortunately, a book she had been looking for wasn't in the same place she had thought she had left it. A quick scan through the bookshelves in the living room proves fruitless. She clatters through the loft back towards her room ready to give up, but not before noticing that the door to Sylvain's room has been left ajar. It's unlikely it's in there - she can't imagine him being remotely interested in gem stone setting - and she moves towards the door to close it all the way when she spots something in the corner of his room.
The loft remains silent. Her curiosity wins out. Seconds later she's striding through the door and right up to what she had seen. But she doesn't need to get that close to see that her suspicions had been right the first time. With the fox mask in her hands, heat rushing to her cheeks as the night in the maze comes rushing back to her. But the recollection of her night of pleasure is short lived as dread and realization comes crashing in at once.
If this mask was in Sylvain's room then that means -
— go easy on me darling, don't aim for my head; sometime in mid-july
Unfortunately, she had neglected to take into account that after moving into the loft all of her clothes had moved with her, meaning that she didn't have any clothes left at the inn, and definitely didn't have any clothes at the Old Public Hall. In the time that it had taken her to unpack all of her clothes, she had come to the conclusion that it was best to put space between herself and the boys. Her abrupt departure had meant that she had quickly stuffed only about a week's worth of clothing into her suitcase. And while some people might have been able to live out of a suitcase and repeat the same outfits in a week, Hilda had quickly discovered she wasn't one of them.
She could have come and gone as she pleased, but her avoidance stemmed from the fact that she wanted to see little of Claude and give Sylvain as much room was possible even after she had apologized for the spa. Which explains why she had ensured that coast was clear before tiptoeing into the loft that day.
The plan had been to get in and out as quickly as possible. Unfortunately, a book she had been looking for wasn't in the same place she had thought she had left it. A quick scan through the bookshelves in the living room proves fruitless. She clatters through the loft back towards her room ready to give up, but not before noticing that the door to Sylvain's room has been left ajar. It's unlikely it's in there - she can't imagine him being remotely interested in gem stone setting - and she moves towards the door to close it all the way when she spots something in the corner of his room.
The loft remains silent. Her curiosity wins out. Seconds later she's striding through the door and right up to what she had seen. But she doesn't need to get that close to see that her suspicions had been right the first time. With the fox mask in her hands, heat rushing to her cheeks as the night in the maze comes rushing back to her. But the recollection of her night of pleasure is short lived as dread and realization comes crashing in at once.
If this mask was in Sylvain's room then that means -
Oh, Goddess, no. ]