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Before they can say anything in response, a different voice interrupts the tense atmosphere.
The sound of high heels clicking against the marble floor draws all our attention, making us turn to the source to face who has just joined us. Donna Sophia Verossi enters the room, her presence commanding, just like her husband's, yet, as she enters the room, the air suddenly becomes heavy and uncontrollable, a scowl printed on her face.
"Let's not get ahead of ourselves now..." She says, clear enough for everyone to hear, just as she joins her husband at his side, and brings her gaze to us, eyeing us with judgment and not even trying to hide the fact that she's not pleased about us being here. She wears a sleek black pantsuit, the fabric perfectly tailored to accentuate her sle
