"Have you seen Brenda?" Damien inquired, scanning the faces of the maids, who all shook their heads in response.

"Oh my God, it's been an entire day already," he muttered, running a hand through his hair in frustration. Suddenly, a thought struck him, prompting him to consider some unconventional places to search.

Venturing into the courtyard yielded no results, and questioning the maids proved futile as none could provide any useful information.

"Who are you looking for, sir?" a young girl piped up, catching Damien's attention. She couldn't have been more than seven years old.

"Um, a tall lady with blonde hair, not particularly slim, blue eyes... Do you know...