Kira’s POV
I had no option but to follow the head maid outside the mansion where we were to welcome the guests. Limping slightly, I kept up with her until we stepped into the bright courtyard. The sun was beginning to dip, casting an orange hue over the marble steps and flower-lined driveway.
Two sleek, black cars came to a stop in front of us. Their engines purred like beasts—powerful and expensive.
I swallowed hard, trying to stand straight despite the throbbing pain in my ankle. I joined the line of mansion staff already assembled, all of us standing still like statues.
The driver of the first car stepped out and opened the back door.
Out came a tall girl dressed in a flowing navy-blue dress, her heels clicking against the driveway. Her hair was sleek and black like spilled ink, ca
