Grandfather's Mischievous Plan Onset

"Achoo!" Sylvia sneezed for the third time, her nose turning red from the persistent sneezing.

"My lady, I believe you are unwell. Your body temperature seems slightly elevated. It would be wise for you to stay behind and rest," her personal maid advised, gently brushing her hair.

"No way! Are you out of your mind?" Sylvia exclaimed, her reflection in the mirror revealing her anger upon hearing the maid's suggestion. The maid's shoulders jolted in surprise at her sudden outburst.

Sylvia turned to her personal maid with a grouchy expression.

"This is my best friend's betrothal ceremony! How can I possibly miss it just because of a few sneezes? Besides, it's the first time my grandfather has allowed me to spend the night out without a chaperone! Opportunities like this are rare, and I won't let them slip away so easily!" she scolded her personal maid.

The maid looked down guiltily.

"Forgive me, my lady. I was only concerned for your health."