The First Wife      

As the group huddled together, their minds engrossed in strategizing their next steps, a sudden light knock on the door disrupted their conversation.

"What's that?" Alice's curiosity was immediately piqued.

"Could it be an enemy?" Isolde's voice carried a note of caution.

"Perhaps a client?" Leonel's hopeful tone held a touch of excitement.

"Or maybe a lost soul?" Alice's laughter tinkled like wind chimes, her fingertips dancing in glee.

"Could you just take a look and see who's on the other side?" Ren's voice held a hint of exasperation.

The group's attention converged on the door, anticipation hanging in the air like a tangible presence.

Alice moved to the door with swift steps, her fingers grasping the handle as she pulled it open.

For a few moments, Alice's head was the only thing visible as she peered out. A sudden giggle escaped her lips before she swung the door wide open, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she remained silent.