Despite the promise she had just made to herself to try to improve her family life, Irishka quickly jumped out of bed and, putting her feet into slippers, looked out into the corridor.

- Empty! Without a second's hesitation, she made her way to Gregory's office.

Oddly enough, luck was on the side of the fugitive, as she was convinced by closing the door behind her with a key and heading to the sofa.

"Lucky, that's what it's called," the marquise told the portrait of the elderly lord. "And don't look at me with such reproach!" I perfectly understand that everyone will be worried, well, it’s good for them. Kittens...