Luzia was still frozen with disbelief and fear gripping her as she stares at the princess. Then, for a brief moment, their eyes meet.
Princess Benedicta's gaze lands directly on Luzia, her expression unreadable. Luzia felt something tighten in her chest. Is it recognition? Does the princess see her—truly see her? Or is it just her paranoia?
Then, just as quickly as their eyes lock, the princess looks away, turning to acknowledge another noble with a graceful nod.
That simple dismissal sends a shiver down Luzia's spine. Was it indifference? Did Benedicta truly not recognize her? Or… was it something else?
Around her, the nobles continue murmuring, oblivious to the storm brewing inside her. Elena and Stephan glance at her, sensing her sudden shift in demeanor.
"Lady Luzia?" Elena's voice is hushed, concerned.
But Luzia doesn't respond. Her nails dig into the fabric of her gown, her thoughts spiraling.
She had prepared for many things. But she hadn't prepared for this.
