Celine took another step toward the staircase.
She had barely lifted her foot when a voice suddenly called out.
“Wait!”
Celine stopped. She turned around. One of the maids was hurrying toward her, her face pale.
“My Lady, please don’t move.”
Celine frowned. “Why?”
The maid pointed toward the railing. “That doesn’t look right.”
Celine looked at it carefully. At first, she saw nothing unusual. Then she noticed that part of the railing was slightly out of place.
“What do you mean?”
“I saw it move when I was cleaning here earlier,” the maid said. “I thought someone had already reported it.”
Celine’s expression changed. She stepped back. The guard behind her immediately moved forward.
“Stay where you are,” he ordered.
He approached the railing and touched it carefully. It shifted un
