Rebecca’s POV
“I didn’t mean it that way. I just…” Rina tried to come up with something reasonable to explain why she wouldn't miss "her" ascension. “You believe me, right?” She turned to Lysander with watery eyes.
“It’s okay, Rina,” Lysander assured her, clearly trying to steer the conversation toward something else entirely.
I reached for my glass of champagne, but it was already empty.
“I’ll get you another one,” Lysander offered. Just as he was about to look around for one of the servers, one appeared beside me.
“My Lady,” the male server said, offering me another glass.
“Thank you,” I mouthed. I sipped the drink gently before carefully placing it on the table in front of me.
“Hold on. Is that the Castille heirloom?” Rina looked shocked.
“Yes,” I said, caressing the pendant gen
