Priscilla Plan

In Priscilla's room, a triumphant smile spread across her face as she recounted her tale to her grandfather. "Grandpa, I'm still grinning thinking about Davina's face today," she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I'm really happy she's getting what's coming to her." Elder James's eyes narrowed, his expression unreadable. "And are you the one who made sure they didn't get the message about the schedule change for lunch today?" he asked, his voice low and measured. The silence that followed was oppressive, heavy with unspoken implications. Priscilla's smile faltered for a moment, before she regained her composure. But just as she was about to respond, a knock at the door echoed through the room, followed by a voice that made her heart skip a beat. A soft knock echoed through the room, followed by a polite voice. "Good afternoon, Miss Priscilla." Priscilla's gaze flicked to her grandfather, a silent question in her eyes. Who was this person, and what did they want? "Good after