Today is really unlucky

The next morning, the moment Kiyome opened the door to her room, the bronze handle immediately fell off with a "clack," rolled twice across the floor, and stopped right in front of the tip of her shoe. Kiyome stood there staring at it, while the maid behind her did not dare move either, leaving the corridor silent for several seconds before the woman cautiously called, "My Lady..."

"Replace it."

"Yes."

Kiyome stepped over the door handle, completely unwilling to let such a trivial matter affect her mood, but after only a few steps, the golden clasp holding her cloak suddenly popped loose, causing the fabric on her shoulder to slide down. She quickly caught it before the maid hurried forward to help.

"Allow me to..."

"No need."