Davina turned stiff at the familiar voice, grazing her ears from behind.
Unconsciously, she clenched both of her fists tightly but seeing people around her, she quickly loosened them and inhaled deeply—attempting her best to submerge her anger in water and control herself.
Putting on her normal—stoic, and cold face, she turned around.
Behind her was a woman who was marked with maturity.
Her striking face and grey eyes were framed by her short, golden-blonde curls.
One look at her and anyone would know she came from a very high-profile house—A silver headband adorned with pearls secured a plume of ivory feathers, while a thin, glided diadem wrapped around her brow, its emerald pendant resting at her forehead.
Down under, her emerald gown, detailed with gold embroidery, hugged her form.
But what made her appearance over the top was the fur-lined stole that draped over her shoulders.
She's the eldest daughter of the Sordan House, Genevieve Var Sordan.
