Katherine's mind had been restless all morning. The warmth of the sun spilling through the academy's windows didn't seem to reach her thoughts, which had become tangled in a web of uncertainty and unfamiliar emotions. She wandered through the hallways, avoiding the classrooms where the weight of her thoughts seemed to settle heavier with each step. The conversations she'd had with Lord Adolfo still echoed in her mind—the unease, the questions that had yet to be answered.
Finally, she decided it was time for a distraction.
Her eyes lit up as she passed by the academy residence's kitchen. It was a large space, and she was free to use the kitchen utensils, having already asked permission from the caretaker beforehand. She had spent time here before, trying to make dulce de leche. But today, the kitchen seemed to call to her more urgently—a chance to do something with her hands, something that would occupy her mind—something sweet.
