"Lola, do you dare to swear?"
At this moment, a melodious voice, clear as a bell, rang out.
Everyone turned their gaze towards the staircase, where Freya gracefully descended step by step.
Dressed in a white dress, her extraordinary and ethereal temperament stood out, especially when she wasn't pretending to be foolish. Her eyes, as bright as obsidian, were shrewd and intelligent. With an aura untouched by the world, she seemed like a celestial being descended to earth, captivating anyone who looked at her.
Even Ethan couldn't help but stare.
Although he detested Freya to the core, he had to admit that this woman was truly beautiful, completely incomparable to someone as vulgar as Lola.
Her figure was simply impeccable, slim where it should be, curvy where it should be, more enchant
