Chapter 111 My Name Is Annie Steward

By the time night fell, Maeve's studio was already empty, lit only by a few emergency lights. It was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop. All of a sudden, the fire exit door creaked softly, opening just a crack from being pushed by someone outside. A small, slender figure peeked in cautiously. The woman was dressed in a drab gray janitor uniform. Her cap sat so low on her head that it obscured half her face. She glanced around warily. Only when she made sure that the corridor was empty did she scurry in like a slippery rat before quietly closing the door behind her. Without pausing, she headed straight for the room at the end of the corridor. That room was the dressing room where all the gowns were kept. During the day, Amelia had personally locked the white gown inside, making sure to tell everyone not to go near it. Stopping at the door, Lillian Clements rummaged through her pocket for a set of keys. She tried a few before quickly finding the correct one. As a soft click so